Yet Smelt Roast Meat, Beheld A Huge

Better To Sink Beneath The Shock Than Moulder Piecemeal On The Rock!

The Premises Are So Delightfully Extensive, That Two People Might Live Together Without Ever Seeing, Hearing Or Meeting.

I Should, Many A Good Day, Have Blown My Brains Out, But For The Recollection That It Would Have Given Pleasure To My Mother-in-law.

No Hand Can Make The Clock Strike For Me The Hours That Are Passed.

But Words Are Things, And A Small Drop Of Ink, Falling Like Dew, Upon A Thought, Produces That Which Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions, Think.