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I Think Oysters Are More Beautiful Than Any Religion,' He Resumed Presently. 'they Not Only Forgive Our Unkindness To Them; They Justify It, They Incite Us To Go On Being Perfectly Horrid To Them. Once They Arrive At The Supper-table They Seem To Enter Thoroughly Into The Spirit Of The Thing. There's Nothing In Christianity Or Buddhism That Quite Matches The Sympathetic Unselfishness Of An Oyster.

You Evidently Feel That Brevity Is The Soul Of Widowhood.

He Seems The Incarnation Of Everything Soft And Silky And Velvety, Without A Sharp Edge In His Composition, A Dreamer Whose Philosophy Is Sleep And Let Sleep.

His Socks Compelled One's Attention Without Losing One's Respect.

I Believe I Once Considerably Scandalized Her By Declaring That Clear Soup Was A More Important Factor In Life Than A Clear Conscience.