Mother, May I Go And Maffick, Tear

But, Good Gracious, You've Got To Educate Him First. You Can't Expect A Boy To Be Vicious Till He's Been To A Good School.

Mother, May I Go And Maffick, Tear Around And Hinder Traffic?

It Was One Thing To Go To The End Of The World; It Was Quite Another Thing To Make Oneself At Home There. Even Respectability Seemed To Lose Some Of Its Virtue When One Practiced It In A Tent.

It Is One Of The Consolations Of Middle Aged Reformers That The Good That They Inculcate Must Live After Them If It Is To Live At All.

He Seems The Incarnation Of Everything Soft And Silky And Velvety, Without A Sharp Edge In His Composition, A Dreamer Whose Philosophy Is Sleep And Let Sleep.