Youth, What A Pity To Waste It

We Are Sick Of War, We Don't Want To Fight, And Yet We Gorge Ourselves Upon The Dead.

The Liar's Punishment Is Not In The Least That He Is Not Believed, But That He Cannot Believe Anyone Else.

Well, Sir, You Never Can Tell. That's A Principle In Life With Me, Sir, If You'll Excuse My Having Such A Thing.

A Happy Family Is But An Earlier Heaven.

It Is Not That I Am So Clever; It Is That Everyone Else Is So Stupid.