The Man Must Have A Rare Recipe

Since All The Maids Are Good And Lovable, From Whence Come The Bad Wives?

My Theory Is To Enjoy Life, But My Practice Is Against It.

Don't Introduce Me To That Man! I Want To Go On Hating Him, And I Can't Hate A Man Whom I Know.

The Red-letter Days, Now Become, To All Intents And Purposes, Dead-letter Days.

How Convalescence Shrinks A Man Back To His Pristine Stature! Where Is Now The Space, Which He Occupied So Lately, In His Own, In The Family's Eye?