One Ought To Look A Good Deal

It Is A Fine Seasoning For Joy To Think Of Those We Love.

Esteem Must Be Founded On Some Sort Of Preference. Bestow It On Everybody And It Ceases To Have Any Meaning At All.

It's An Odd Job, Making Decent People Laugh.

Sometimes I Feel Something Akin To Rage At The Corrupted Morals Of This Age!

That Must Be Fine, For I Don't Understand A Word.