There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.
Literature is a bad crutch, but a good walking-stick.
The drinking man is never less himself than during his sober intervals.
It is good to have friends at court.
Lawyers, I suppose, were children once.
I hate a man who swallows [his food], affecting not to know what he is eating. I suspect his taste in higher matters.