All Which Is Not Prose Is Verse;

There's Nothing Quite Like Tobacco: It's The Passion Of Decent Folk, And Whoever Lives Without Tobacco Doesn't Deserve To Live.

Innocence Is Not Accustomed To Blush.

Each Day My Reason Tells Me So; But Reason Doesn't Rule In Love, You Know.

There Are Pretenders To Piety As Well As To Courage.

At Least It's Better To Be Married Than To Be Dead.