Religion Is In The Heart,

What Women Would Do If They Could Not Cry, Nobody Knows. What Poor, Defenceless Creatures They Would Be!

That Man Is Thought A Dangerous Knave, Or Zealot Plotting Crime, Who For Advancement Of His Kind Is Wiser Than His Time.

The Only Athletic Sport I Ever Mastered Was Backgammon.

Slugs Crawl And Crawl Over Our Cabbages, Like The World's Slander Over A Good Name. You May Kill Them, It Is True; But There Is The Slime.

O This Itch Of The Ear, That Breaks Out At The Tongue! Were Not Curiosity So Over-busy, Detraction Would Soon Be Starved To Death.