I Could Never Hate Anyone I Knew.

A Man Cannot Have A Pure Mind Who Refuses Apple Dumplings.

Damn The Age. I'll Write For Antiquity.

The Trumpet Does Not More Stun You By Its Loudness, Than A Whisper Teases You By Its Provoking Inaudibility.

Books Think For Me. I Can Read Anything Which I Call A Book.

The Man Must Have A Rare Recipe For Melancholy, Who Can Be Dull In Fleet Street.