It's Always Best To Tell The Truth.

The American Has No Language, He Has A Dialect, Slang, Provincialism, Accent And So Forth

For The Sin They Do By Two And Two They Must Pay For One By One.

Enough Work To Do, And Strength Enough To Do The Work.

No One As Yet Has Approached The Management Of New York In A Proper Spirit; That Is To Say, Regarding It As The Shiftless Outcome Of Squalid Barbarism And Reckless Extravagance. No One Is Likely To Do So, Because Reflections On The Long Narrow Pig-trough Are Construed As Malevolent Attacks Against The Spirit And Majesty Of The American People, And Lead To Angry Comparisons.

He Will Kill Mice And He Will Be Kind To Babies...but When The Moon Gets Up And The Night Comes, He Is The Cat That Walks By Himself.