A Sweet Child Is The Sweetest Thing

A Laugh Is Worth A Hundred Groans In Any Market.

I Hate A Man Who Swallows [his Food], Affecting Not To Know What He Is Eating. I Suspect His Taste In Higher Matters.

I Cannot Sit And Think; Books Think For Me.

Merit, God Knows, Is Very Little Rewarded.

There Are Like To Be Short Graces Where The Devil Plays Host.