There are few faces that can afford to smile: a smile is sometimes bewitching, in general vapid, often a contortion.

Grief is the agony of an instant. The indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

The noble lord is the Rupert of debate.

I have a great confidence in the revelations which holidays bring forth.

Damn your principles! Stick to your party.

Debt is a prolific mother of folly and of crime.

I have been ever of opinion that revolutions are not to be evaded.