Trouble's Made Us Kin.

An Ass May Bray A Good While Before He Shakes The Stars Down.

It Is Always Chilling, In Friendly Intercourse, To Say You Have No Opinion To Give.

There Are Answers Which, In Turning Away Wrath, Only Send It To The Other End Of The Room.

What Furniture Can Give Such Finish To A Room As A Tender Woman's Face? And Is There Any Harmony Of Tints That Has Such Stirring Of Delight As The Sweet Modulation Of Her Voice?

... The Majority Of Us Scarcely See More Distinctly The Faultiness Of Our Own Conduct Than The Faultiness Of Our Own Arguments, Orthe Dulness [sic] Of Our Own Jokes.