The City's Full Of People Who You

You Can't Find A Hermit To Teach You Herming, Because Of Course That Rather Spoils The Whole Thing.

If You Have Enough Book Space, I Don't Want To Talk To You.

Theres No Stink More Sorrorful Than The Stink Of Wet, Burnt Paper. It Means: The End.

Words Are The Litmus Paper Of The Minds. If You Find Yourself In The Power Of Someone Who Will Use The Word "commence" In Cold Blood, Go Somewhere Else Very Quickly. But If They Say "enter", Don't Stop To Pack.

Never F*!k With The Ineffable.