The Wit Of A Family Is Usually

I Like Not Only To Be Loved, But Also To Be Told I Am Loved.

We Hand Folks Over To God's Mercy, And Show None Ourselves.

... In No Part Of The World Is Genteel Visiting Founded On Esteem, In The Absence Of Suitable Furniture And Complete Dinner-service.

Speech Is Often Barren; But Silence Also Does Not Necessarily Brood Over A Full Nest. Your Still Fowl, Blinking At You Without Remark, May All The While Be Sitting On One Addled Egg; And When It Takes To Cackling Will Have Nothing To Announce But That Addled Delusion.

In Travelling I Shape Myself Betimes To Idleness And Take Fools' Pleasure