If I Were To Begin Life Again,

Lucy, Dear Child, Mind Your Arithmetic. You Know In The First Sum Of Yours I Ever Saw There Was A Mistake. You Had Carried Two (as A Cab Is Licensed To Do), And You Ought, Dear Lucy, To Have Carried But One. Is This A Trifle? What Would Life Be Without Arithmetic, But A Scene Of Horrors.

The Two Women Exchanged The Type Of Glance Women Use When There Is No Knife Handy.

No Furniture Is So Charming As Books.

In Composing, As A General Rule, Run Your Pen Through Every Other Word You Have Written; You Have No Idea What Vigor It Will Give Your Style.

I Always Fear That Creation Will Expire Before Teatime.