Love Is Like The Measles; We All

I Want A House That Has Got Over All Its Troubles; I Don't Want To Spend The Rest Of My Life Bringing Up A Young And Inexperienced House.

Weather In Towns Is Like A Skylark In A Counting-house-out Of Place And In The Way.

It Is So Pleasant To Come Across People More Stupid Than Ourselves. We Love Them At Once For Being So.

There Are The Goods; If You Want Them, You Can Have Them. If You Do Not Want Them, They Would Almost Rather That You Did Not Come And Talk About Them.

I Attribute The Quarrelsome Nature Of The Middle Ages Young Men Entirely To The Want Of The Soothing Weed.