Charity Begins At Home, And Justice Begins

Crush Humanity Out Of Shape Once More, Under Similar Hammers, And It Will Twist Itself Into The Same Tortured Forms. Sow The Same Seeds Of Rapacious Licence And Oppression Over Again, And It Will Surely Yield The Same Fruit According To Its Kind.

The Cramped Monotony Of My Existence Grinds Me Away By The Grain.

There Are Strings In The Human Heart That Had Better Not Be Vibrated.

Tongue; Well That's A Wery Good Thing When It An't A Woman.

I Feel An Earnest And Humble Desire, And Shall Do Till I Die, To Increase The Stock Of Harmless Cheerfulness.