Why Haven't We Seventy Lives? One Is

A Sense Of Humor Is So Handy, Isn't It? It Lets You See Both Sides Of A Question So That You Never Need Do Anything.

Progress. There's A Good Deal Too Much O' This Progress About Nowadays, An', What's More, It'll Have To Stop.

The World, With All Its Beauty And Adventure, Its Richness And Variety, Is Darkened By Cruelty. Death, If It Ends The Loveliness, The Adventure, Ends Also That. Death Balances The Picture.

Everybody's Tragedy Is Somebody's Nuisance.

The Greatest Mercy, I Have Often Thought, Of The Mediterranean Coast Lies In Its Mosquitoes. Did We Not Suffer From Their Unwelcome Attention, We Could Not Bear Our Holidays To End.