To be thankful for what we grasp exceeding our proportion is to add hypocrisy to injustice.

Man is a gaming animal. He must always be trying to get the better in something or other.

I hate a man who swallows [his food], affecting not to know what he is eating. I suspect his taste in higher matters.

When I consider how little of a rarity children are -- that every street and blind alley swarms with them -- that the poorest people commonly have them in most abundance -- that there are few marriages that are not blest with at least one of these bargains -- how often they turn out ill, and defeat the fond hopes of their parents, taking to vicious courses, which end in poverty, disgrace, the gallows, etc. -- I cannot for my life tell what cause for pride there can possibly be in having them.

To be thankful for what we grasp exceeding our proportion is to add hypocrisy to injustice.

No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.

Oh, the pleasure of eating my dinner alone!