I never hear the rattling of dice that it does not sound to me like the funeral bell of the whole family.

O this itch of the ear, that breaks out at the tongue! Were not curiosity so over-busy, detraction would soon be starved to death.

Intemperance is the epitome of every crime, the cause of every kind of misery.

Nature designed us to be of good cheer.

I never hear the rattling of dice that it does not sound to me like the funeral bell of the whole family.

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

A pill that the present moment is daily bread to thousands.