How Some They Have Died, And Some

Here Cometh April Again, And As Far As I Can See The World Hath More Fools In It Than Ever.

Not Childhood Alone, But The Young Man Till Thirty, Never Feels Practically That He Is Mortal.

I Always Arrive Late At The Office, But I Make Up For It By Leaving Early.

I Allow No Hot-beds In The Gardens Of Parnassus.

Is It A Stale Remark To Say That I Have Constantly Found The Interest Excited At A Playhouse To Bear An Exact Inverse Proportion To The Price Paid For Admission?