Music-hall Songs Provide The Dull With Wit,

Failure Make People Bitter And Cruel. Success Improves The Character Of The Man.

The Tragedy Of Love Is Not Death Or Separation. How Long Do You Think It Would Have Been Before One Or Other Of Them Ceased To Care? Oh, It Is Dreadfully Bitter To Look At A Woman Whom You Have Loved With All Your Heart And Soul, So That You Felt You Could Not Bear To Let Her Out Of Your Sight, And Realize That You Would Not Mind If You Never Saw Her Again. The Tragedy Of Love Is Indifference.

It's A Funny Thing About Life; If You Refuse To Accept Anything But The Best, You Very Often Get It.

I Am Sick Of This Way Of Life. The Weariness And Sadness Of Old Age Make It Intolerable. I Have Walked With Death In Hand, And Death's Own Hand Is Warmer Than My Own. I Don't Wish To Live Any Longer.

The Author Always Loads His Dice, But He Must Never Let The Reader See That He Has Done So.