I like the smell of a dunged field, and the tumult of a popular election.

How idle it is to call certain things God-sends! as if there was anything else in the world.

Some persons take reproof good-humoredly enough, unless you are so unlucky as to hit a sore place. Then they wince and writhe, and start up and knock you down for your impertinence, or wish you good morning.

Philosophy cannot raise the commonalty up to her level: so, if she is to become popular, she must sink to theirs.

One saves oneself much pain, by taking pains; much trouble, by taking trouble.

I like the smell of a dunged field, and the tumult of a popular election.

It is well for us that we are born babies in intellect. Could we understand half what mothers say and do to their infants, we should be filled with a conceit of our own importance, which would render us insupportable through life. Happy the boy whose mother is tired of talking nonsense to him before he is old enough to know the sense of it.