Fate Is Usually Swift When She Deals

Even The Worst Moments And The Weariest Journeys Must Come To An End.

Odd's Fish, M'dear! The Man Can't Even Tie His Own Cravat!

To Love, For Us Men, Is To Clasp One Woman With Our Arms, Feeling That She Lives And Breathes Just As We Do, Suffers As We Do, Thinks With Us, Loves With Us, And, Above All, Sins With Us.

Money And Titles May Be Hereditary," She Would Say, "but Brains Are Not,".

We Must Prove To The World That We Are All Nincompoops