The poor dog$$$ in life the firmest friend$$$ the first to welcome$$$ the foremost to defend.

Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company.

Adversity is the first path to truth.

If I do not write to empty my mind$$$ I go mad.

I think we agree$$$ the past is over.

I have opinions of my own - strong opinions - but I don't always agree with them.

I married the first man I ever kissed. When I tell my children that$$$ they just about throw up.

It is a characteristic of the weak and criminal to attribute to others the misfortunes that are the result of their own wickedness.

Trifles make perfection$$$ and perfection is no trifle.

If you knew how much work went into it$$$ you wouldn't call it genius.