I Believe The Twenty-four Hour Day Has

Fate Weaves The Darkness, Which Is Perhaps Why She Weaves So Badly.

It Seems To Be A Law Of Nature That No Man, Unless He Has Some Obvious Physical Deformity, Ever Is Loth To Sit For His Portrait.

I May Be Old Fashioned, But I Am Right.

It Is A Fact That Not Once In All My Life Have I Gone Out For A Walk. I Have Been Taken Out For Walks; But That Is Another Matter.

History Does Not Repeat Itself. The Historians Repeat One Another.