Life Is So Largely Controlled By Chance

Women's Hearts Are Like Old China, None The Worse For A Break Or Two.

The Well Dressed Man Is He Whose Clothes You Never Notice

She Had No Mercy. He Looked At Her Neck And Thought How He Would Like To Jab It With The Knife He Had For His Muffin. He Knew Enough Anatomy To Make Pretty Certain Of Getting The Carotid Artery. And At The Same Time He Wanted To Cover Her Pale, Thin Face With Kisses.

The Important Thing Was To Love Rather Than To Be Loved.

The Humorist Has A Good Eye For The Humbug; He Does Not Always Recognize The Saint.