I Do Loathe Explanations.

Take Care, Lest An Adventure Is Now Offered You, Which, If Accepted, Will Plunge You In Deepest Woe.

The Life Of Every Man Is A Diary In Which He Means To Write One Story, And Writes Another; And His Humblest Hour Is When He Compares The Volume As It Is With What He Vowed To Make It.

Most Disquieting Reflection Of All, Was It Not Bad Form To Think About Good Form?

I Sometimes Think, Mary, That It Is A Mistake To Have A Dog For A Nurse.

When A New Baby Laughs For The First Time A New Fairy Is Born, And As There Are Always New Babies There Are Always New Fairies.