No Thoroughly Occupied Man Was

Truly, A Little Love-making Is A Very Pleasant Thing.

Knowledge Is Much Like Dust - It Sticks To One, One Does Not Know How.

Strange The Affection Which Clings To Inanimate Objects - Objects Which Cannot Even Know Our Love! But It Is Not Return That Constitutes The Strength Of An Attachment.

When Does The Mind Put Forth Its Powers? When Are The Stores Of Memory Unlocked? When Does Wit 'flash From Fluent Lips?' -- When But After A Good Dinner? Who Will Deny Its Influence On The Affections? Half Our Friends Are Born Of Turbots And Truffles.

Thou Know'st How Fearless Is My Trust In Thee.