It Is Good To Have Friends At

We All Have Some Taste Or Other, Of Too Ancient A Date To Admit Of Our Remembering It Was An Acquired One.

I Have Been Trying All My Life To Like Scotchmen, And Am Obliged To Desist From The Experiment In Despair.

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

Anything Awful Makes Me Laugh. I Misbehaved Once At A Funeral.

By Myself Walking, To Myself Talking.