A Husband Is A Plaster That Cures

It Is Good Food And Not Fine Words That Keeps Me Alive.

Reasoning Is The Pastime Of My Whole Household, And All This Reasoning Has Driven Out Reason.

Frankly, It's Good Enough To Lock Up In A Drawer.

What! Would You Make No Distinction Between Hypocrisy And Devotion? Would You Give Them The Same Names, And Respect The Mask As You Do The Face? Would You Equate Artifice And Sincerity? Confound Appearance With Truth? Regard The Phantom As The Very Person? Value Counterfeit As Cash?

Our Minds Need Relaxation, And Give Way Unless We Mix With Work A Little Play.