Self Praise Is No Praise At All.

The Premises Are So Delightfully Extensive, That Two People Might Live Together Without Ever Seeing, Hearing Or Meeting.

But Quiet To Quick Bosoms Is A Hell.

This Is The Age Of Oddities Let Loose.

Oh That The Desert Were My Dwelling-place, With One Fair Spirit For My Minister

No Ear Can Hear Nor Tongue Can Tell The Tortures Of The Inward Hell!