Curses, Like Chickens, Come Home To Roost.

What A Wonderful Faculty Is Memory! -- The Most Mysterious And Inexplicable In The Great Riddle Of Life; That Plastic Tablet On Which The Almighty Registers With Unerring Fidelity The Records Of Being, Making It The Depository Of All Our Words, Thoughts And Deeds -- This Faithful Witness Against Us For Good Or Evil.

When Things Come To The Worse, They Generally Mend.

I Have No Wish For A Second Husband. I Had Enough Of The First. I Like To Have My Own Way To Lie Down Mistress, And Get Up Master.

The Canadian People Are More Practical Than Imaginative. Romantic Tales And Poetry Would Meet With Less Favour In Their Eyes Than A Good Political Article From Their Newspapers.

Ah, Hope! What Would Life Be, Stripped Of Thy Encouraging Smiles, That Teach Us To Look Behind The Dark Clouds Of Today, For The Golden Beams That Are To Gild The Morrow.