Whom God Loves, His House Is Sweet

I Had Rather Munch A Crust Of Brown Bread And An Onion In A Corner, Without Any More Ado Or Ceremony, Than Feed Upon Turkey At Another Man?s Table, Where One Is Fain To Sit Mincing And Chewing His Meat An Hour Together, Drink Little, Be Always Wiping His Fingers And His Chops, And Never Dare To Cough Nor Sneeze, Though He Has Never So Much A Mind To It, Nor Do A Many Things Which A Body May Do Freely By One?s Self.

I Know What's What, And Have Always Taken Care Of The Main Chance.

You Are A Devil At Everything, And There Is No Kind Of Thing In The 'versal World But What You Can Turn Your Hand Into.

Good Christians Should Never Avenge Injuries.

Ill-luck, You Know, Seldom Comes Alone.