Slugs crawl and crawl over our cabbages, like the world's slander over a good name. You may kill them, it is true; but there is the slime.

Modesty is a bright dish-cover, which makes us fancy there is something very nice underneath it.

We love peace, as we abhor pusillanimity; but not peace at any price.

Rogues are prone to find things before they are lost.

As for the brandy, "nothing extenuate"; and the water, put nought in in malice.

He who owns the soil, owns up to the sky.

Patience is the strongest of strong drinks; for it kills the giant despair.