A canter is the cure for all evil.
Age is frequently beautiful, wisdom appearing like an aftermath.
Though I sit down now, the time will come whenyou will hear me.
A sophistical rhetorician, inebriated with the exuberance of his own verbosity, and gifted with an egotistical imagination that can at all times command an interminable and inconsistent series of arguments to malign an opponent and to glorify himself.
A nation has a fixed quantity of invention, and it will make itself felt.
Women carry a beautiful hand with them to the grave, when a beautiful face has long ago vanished.