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I Think Oysters Are More Beautiful Than Any Religion,' He Resumed Presently. 'they Not Only Forgive Our Unkindness To Them; They Justify It, They Incite Us To Go On Being Perfectly Horrid To Them. Once They Arrive At The Supper-table They Seem To Enter Thoroughly Into The Spirit Of The Thing. There's Nothing In Christianity Or Buddhism That Quite Matches The Sympathetic Unselfishness Of An Oyster.

The Cat Is Domestic Only As Far As Suits Its Own Ends.

Hating Anything In The Way Of Ill-natured Gossip Ourselves, We Are Always Grateful To Those Who Do It For Us And Do It Well.

Poverty Keeps Together More Homes Than It Breaks Up.

Every Reformation Must Have Its Victims. You Can’t Expect The Fatted Calf To Share The Enthusiasm Of The Angels Over The Prodigal’s Return.