Happiness is having a scratch for every itch.

Still, I may have been glad to scratch the dry surface of our day-to-day peaceableness the way Violetta had clawed the sere crust on her limbs, anything to get something bright and liquid flowing again, out in the open and slippery between our fingers.

There is only one way to achieve happiness on this terrestrial ball, And that is to have either a clear conscience, or none at all

One learns to itch where one can scratch.

Scratch first, itch later.

Every Englishman is convinced of one thing, viz.: That to be an Englishman is to belong to the most exclusive club there is.