When I Hear Any Man Talk Of

The Longer I Live, The More I Am Convinced That The Apothecary Is Of More Importance Than Seneca; And That Half The Unhappiness In The World Proceeds From Little Stoppages; From A Duct Choked Up, From Food Pressing In The Wrong Place, From A Vexed Duodenum, Or An Agitated Pylorus.

A Man Who Wishes To Make His Way In Life Could Do No Better Than Go Through The World With A Boiling Tea-kettle In His Hand.

No Man Can Ever End With Being Superior Who Will Not Begin With Being Inferior.

Manners Are The Shadows Of Virtues; The Momentary Display Of Those Qualities Which Our Fellow Creatures Love, And Respect.

Thank God For Tea! What Would The World Do Without Tea! How Did It Exist? I Am Glad I Was Not Born Before Tea.