I Always Take Blushing Either For A

I Came Up Stairs Into The World, For I Was Born In A Cellar.

There Are Times When Sense May Be Unseasonable, As Well As Truth.

O Ay, Letters - I Had Letters - I Am Persecuted With Letters - I Hate Letters - Nobody Knows How To Write Letters; And Yet One Has 'em, One Does Not Know Why - They Serve One To Pin Up One's Hair.

Whoever Is King, Is Also The Father Of His Country.

Love's But A Frailty Of The Mind, When 'tis Not With Ambition Joined.