Society, my dear, is like salt water, good to swim in but hard to swallow.
Arthur Stringer (1874–1950) Canadian-American novelist, screenwriter, poet
The Silver Poppy, ch. 8, epigraph (1903)
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Society, my dear, is like salt water, good to swim in but hard to swallow.
Arthur Stringer (1874–1950) Canadian-American novelist, screenwriter, poet
The Silver Poppy, ch. 8, epigraph (1903)
(Source)