When Every Blessed Thing You Have Is

You Must Lie Upon The Daisies And Discourse In Novel Phrases Of Complicated State Of Mind. The Meaning Doesn't Matter If It's Only Idle Chatter Of A Transcendental Kind.

No One Can Have A Higher Opinion Of Him Than I Have; And I Think He's A Dirty Little Beast.

If Your Master Is Surly, From Getting Up Early (and Tempers Are Short In The Morning), An Inopportune Joke Is Enough To Provoke Him To Give You, At Once, A Month's Warning.

I See No Objection To Stoutness, In Moderation.

Society Has Quite Forsaken All Her Wicked Courses, Which Empties Our Police Courts, And Abolishes Divorces.