Troubles Are Like Babies - They Only

I Never Hear The Rattling Of Dice That It Does Not Sound To Me Like The Funeral Bell Of The Whole Family.

Modesty Is A Bright Dish-cover, Which Makes Us Fancy There Is Something Very Nice Underneath It.

Wishes, At Least, Are The Easy Pleasures Of The Poor.

Duty, Though Set About By Thorns, May Still Be Made A Staff Supporting Even While It Tortures. Cast It Away, And, Like The Prophet's Wand, It Changes To A Snake.

He Was So Benevolent, So Merciful A Man That, In His Mistaken Passion, He Would Have Held An Umbrella Over A Duck In A Shower Of Rain.