Who dare to love their country, and be poor.

This long disease, my life.

'Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.

We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow. Our wiser sons, no doubt will think us so.

Search then the ruling passion: This clue, once found, unravels all the rest.

The world is a thing we must of necessity either laugh at or be angry at; if we laugh at it, they say we are proud; if we are angry at it, they say we are ill-natured.

There are some solitary wretches who seem to have left the rest of mankind, only, as Eve left Adam, to meet the devil in private.