For What Do We Live, But To

Have A Little Compassion On My Nerves. You Tear Them To Pieces.

Without Scheming To Do Wrong, Or To Make Others Unhappy, There May Be Error And There May Be Misery. Thoughtlessness, Want Of Attention To Other People's Feelings, And Want Of Resolution, Will Do The Business.

If Any Young Men Come For Mary Or Kitty, Send Them In, For I Am Quite As Leisure.

Where The Wound Had Been Given, There Must The Cure Be Found, If Any Where.

I Can Safely Say, That The Happiest Part Of My Life Has Been Spent On Board A Ship.