Oh for a tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might!
Brandy and water spoils two good things.
The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.
How I like to be liked, and what I do to be liked!
The greatest pleasure I know, is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.
I hate the man who eats without knowing what he’s eating. I doubt his taste in more important things.