Marriage Resembles A Pair Of Shears, So

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.

I Look Upon Switzerland As An Inferior Sort Of Scotland.

Never Give Way To Melancholy; Resist It Steadily, For The Habit Will Encroach.

Hope Is The Belief, More Or Less Strong, That Joy Will Come.

Poverty Is No Disgrace To A Man, But It Is Confoundedly Inconvenient.