'Neath tile or thatch That man is rich Who has a scratch For every itch.

One bliss for which There is no match Is when you itch To up and scratch.

Scratching is one of nature's sweetest gratifications, and nearest at hand.

I have a simple philosophy. Fill what's empty, empty what's full, and scratch where it itches.

If you are with the quality, or at a funeral, or trying to go to sleep when you ain't sleepy-if you are anywheres where it won't do for you to scratch, why you will itch all over in upwards of a thousand places.