The Facts Of Life Are The Impossibilities

Oh, Give Me Back The Good Old Days Of Fifty Years Ago,“ Has Been The Cry Ever Since Adam's Fifty-first Birthday.

Love Is Like The Measles; We All Have To Go Through It.

It Is Impossible To Enjoy Idling Thoroughly Unless One Has Plenty Of Work To Do.

I Did Not Intend To Write A Funny Book, At First. I Did Not Know I Was A Humorist. I Have Never Been Sure About It. In The Middle Ages, I Should Probably Have Gone About Preaching And Got Myself Burnt Or Hanged.

If He Were A Man Of Strong Mind, It Only Gave Him Fits; But A Person Of Mere Average Intellect It Usually Sent Mad.