An Aspersion Upon My Parts Of Speech!

I Had Rather Follow You To Your Grave Than See You Owe Your Life To Any But A Regular-bred Physician.

The Number Of Those Who Undergo The Fatigue Of Judging For Themselves Is Very Small Indeed.

Never Say More Than Is Necessary.

An Unforgiving Eye, And A Damned Disinheriting Countenance!

I Hate To See Prudence Clinging To The Green Suckers Of Youth; 'tis Like Ivy Round A Sapling, And Spoils The Growth Of The Tree.