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I Admired The English Immensely For All That They Had Endured, And They Were Certainly Honorable, And Stopped Their Cars For Pedestrians, And Called You “sir” And “madam,” And So On. But After A Week There, I Began To Feel Wild. It Was Those Ruddy English Faces, So Held In By Duty, The Sense Of “what Is Done” And “what Is Not Done,” And Always Swigging Tea And Chirping, That Made Me Want To Scream Like A Hyena

A House Without A Cat Is Like A Day Without Sunshine, A Pie Without Fromage, A Dinner Without Wine.

I Was A Republican Until I Got To New York And Had To Live On $18 A Week. It Was Then That I Became A Democrat.

I Think Anyone Who Is A Carnivore Needs To Understand That Meat Does Not Originally Come In These Neat Little Packages.

I Believe In Red Meat. I Often Said: Red Meat And Gin.