Idling Has Always Been My Strong Point.

It Is In Our Faults And Failings, Not In Our Virtues, That We Touch One Another And Find Sympathy. We Differ Widely Enough In Our Nobler Qualities. It Is In Our Follies That We Are At One.

I Attribute The Quarrelsome Nature Of The Middle Ages Young Men Entirely To The Want Of The Soothing Weed.

They [dogs] Never Talk About Themselves But Listen To You While You Talk About Yourself, And Keep Up An Appearance Of Being Interested In The Conversation.

All Is Vanity And Everybody's Vain. Women Are Terribly Vain. So Are Men - More So, If Possible.

I Love The Chill October Days, When The Brown Leaves Lie Thick And Sodden Underneath Your Feet.