For All His Tattooings He Was On

The Only True Infidelity Is For A Live Man To Vote Himself Dead.

It Is Not The Purpose Of Literature To Purvey News. For News Consult The Almanac De Gotha.

The Sweetest Joys Of Life Grow In The Very Jaws Of Its Perils.

For All His Tattooings He Was On The Whole A Clean, Comely Looking Cannibal.

And What Is It, Thought I, After All! It’s Only His Outside; A Man Can Be Honest In Any Sort Of Skin.