Books And Marriage Go Ill Together.

There's A Sort Of Decency Among The Dead, A Remarkable Discretion: You Never Find Them Making Any Complaint Against The Doctor Who Killed Them!

Hypocrisy Is A Fashionable Vice, And All Fashionable Vices Pass For Virtue.

I Will Not Leave You Until I Have Seen You Hanged.

It Is A Fine Seasoning For Joy To Think Of Those We Love.

All The Power Is With The Sex That Wears The Beard.