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Evil Thought Is A Dangerous Pet. It Is Safer To Play With It From Behind The Iron Bars Of Circumstance.

If A Man Stopped Me In The Street And Demanded Of Me My Watch, I Should Refuse To Give It To Him. If He Threatened To Take It By Force, I Feel I Should, Though Not A Fighting Man, Do My Best To Protect It. If, On The Other Hand, He Should Assert His Intention Of Trying To Obtain It By Means Of An Action In Any Court Of Law, I Should Take It Out Of My Pocket And Hand It To Him, And Think I Had Got Off Cheaply.

What Readers Ask Nowadays In A Book Is That It Should Improve, Instruct, And Elevate. This Book Wouldn't Elevate A Cow.

Angels May Be Very Excellent Sort Of Folk In Their Way, But We, Poor Mortals, In Our Present State, Would Probably Find Them Precious Slow Company.

I Don't Know Why It Should Be, I Am Sure; But The Sight Of Another Man Asleep In Bed When I Am Up, Maddens Me.