Love Is Often The Fruit Of Marriage.

Good Heavens! For More Than Forty Years I Have Been Speaking Prose Without Knowing It.

Ah! How Annoying That The Law Doesn't Allow A Woman To Change Husbands Just As One Does Shirts.

And With His Arms Crossed He Looks Pityingly Down From His Spiritual Height On Everything That Anyone Says.

Ah! Devout Though I May Be, I Am No Less A Man!

Gold Gives To The Ugliest Thing A Certain Charming Air, For That Without It Were Else A Miserable Affair.