I Did Not Deceive You, Mon Ami.

One Little Indian Boy Left All Alone; He Went And Hanged Himself And Then There Were None.

I Have Always Admired The Esquimaux (eskimos). One Fine Day A Delicious Meal Is Cooked For Dear Old Mother, And Then She Goes Walking Away Over The Ice, And Doesn't Come Back.

Bad Temper Is Its Own Safety Valve. He Who Can Bark Does Not Bite.

I Have Enjoyed Greatly The Second Blooming That Comes When You Finish The Life Of The Emotions And Of Personal Relations; And Suddenly Find - At The Age Of Fifty, Say - That A Whole New Life Has Opened Before You, Filled With Things You Can Think About, Study, Or Read About...it Is As If A Fresh Sap Of Ideas And Thoughts Was Rising In You.

... Nothing Is So Boring As Devotion.