Wits, like drunken men with swords, are apt to draw their steel upon their best acquaintances.

Virtue is a beautiful thing in woman when they don't go about with it like a child with a drum making all sorts of noise with it.

Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.

Gravity is more suggestive than convincing.

Habitual intoxication is the epitome of every crime.

We are all slaves to the shining metal.

Quality, not quantity, is my measure.