The tragedy of life is that people do not change.
I have always admired the Esquimaux (Eskimos). One fine day a delicious meal is cooked for dear old mother, and then she goes walking away over the ice, and doesn't come back.
With method and logic one can accomplish anything.
One never quite allows for the moron in our midst.
Beastly things, teeth. Give us trouble from the cradle to the grave.
The things young women read nowadays and profess to enjoy positively frighten me.