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I Wish The English Still Possessed A Shred Of The Old Sense Of Humour Which Puritanism, And Dyspepsia, And Newspaper Reading, And Tea-drinking Have Nearly Extinguished.

A Man Who Is Stingy With Saffron Is Capable Of Seducing His Own Grandmother.

Nobody Can Misunderstand A Boy Like His Own Mother. Mothers At Present Can Bring Children Into The World, But This Performance Is Apt To Mark The End Of Their Capacities. They Can't Even Attend To The Elementary Animal Requirements Of Their Offspring. It Is Quite Surprising How Many Children Survive In Spite Of Their Mothers.

I Can Find No Room In My Cosmos For A Deity Save As A Waste Product Of Human Weakness, The Excrement Of The Imagination.

No Great Man Is Ever Born Too Soon Or Too Late.