There Is Only One Answer

When Someone Says To Me, Ugh, You Smoke. I Reply, Ugh, You're Ugly. I Can Quit Smoking.

I Built With My Own Hands ... A Large Swimming-pool Which Was Filtered To Limpidity And Could Be Heated To Supplement Our Fickle Sunshine.

I'd Rather Be Right Than Consistent.

It Is Remarkable That Lord Esher Should Be So Much Astray...we Must Conclude That An Uncontrollable Fondness For Fiction Forbade Him To Forsake It For Fact. Such Constancy Is A Defect In An Historian.

The Lights Of Saxon England Were Going Out, And In The Gathering Darkness A Gentle, Grey-beard Prophet Foretold The End. When On His Death-bed Edward Spoke Of A Time Of Evil That Was Coming Upon The Land His Inspired Mutterings Struck Terror Into The Hearers.