I Have Seen People Rude By Being

Scratching Is One Of Nature's Sweetest Gratifications, And Nearest At Hand.

A Strong Imagination Begetteth Opportunity.

For Truth Itself Has Not The Privilege To Be Spoken At All Times And In All Sorts.

For A Desperate Disease A Desperate Cure.

There Is No Pleasure To Me Without Communication: There Is Not So Much As A Sprightly Thought Comes Into My Mind That It Does Not Grieve Me To Have Produced Alone, And That I Have No One To Tell It To.