Great Socialist Statesmen Aren't Made, They're Still-born.

There Is No Easy In The World Neither Hard Everything Is The Same In A Way.

The Cook Was A Good Cook, As Cooks Go; And As Cooks Go, She Went.

I Hate Posterity - It's So Fond Of Having The Last Word.

The Man Is A Common Murderer. A Common Murderer, Possible, But A Very Uncommon Cook.

When People Grow Gradually Rich Their Requirements And Standard Of Living Expand In Proportion, While Their Present-giving Instincts Often Remain In The Undeveloped Condition Of Their Earlier Days. Something Showy And Not-too-expensive In A Shop Is Their Only Conception Of The Ideal Gift.