You perceive, do you not, that our national fairy tales reflect the inmost desires of the Briton and the Gaul?

I always prefer to believe the best of everybody, it saves so much trouble.

San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.

All good people agree, And all good people say, All nice people, like Us, are We And every one else is They: But if you cross over the sea, Instead of over the way, You may end by (think of it!) looking on We As only a sort of They!

What is the moral? Who rides may read.

Never praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears, and so preparing the way for you later on. Sisters are women first, and sisters afterwards; and you will find that you do yourself harm.

You may talk o' gin and beer When you're quartered safe out 'ere, An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it; But when it comes to slaughter You will do your work on water, An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.