The Old Fellow Seemed To Spot Deceit

When The Habitually Even-tempered Suddenly Fly Into A Passion, That Explosion Is Apt To Be More Impressive Than The Outburst Of The Most Violent Amongst Us.

People Don't Alter. They May With Enormous Difficulty Modify Themselves, But They Never Really Change.

He Did Not Arrive At This Conclusion By The Decent Process Of Quiet, Logical Deduction, Nor Yet By The Blinding Flash Of Glorious Intuition, But By The Shoddy, Untidy Process Halfway Between The Two By Which One Usually Gets To Know Things.

When One Kicks Over A Tea Table And Smashes Everything But The Sugar Bowl, One May As Well Pick That Up And Drop It On The Bricks, Don't You Think?

I Write Every Paragraph Four Times - Once To Get My Meaning Down, Once To Put In Anything I Have Left Out, Once To Take Out Anything That Seems Unnecessary, And Once To Make The Whole Thing Sound As If I Had Only Just Thought Of It.