Malice blunts the point of wit.

Even the worse of jobs has their pleasures, if I were a grave digger or a hangmen, there are some people I could work for with a great deal of enjoyment.

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

Not peace at any price! Chains are worse than bayonets.

Wishes, at least, are the easy pleasures of the poor.

A conservative is a man who will not look at the new moon out of respect for that 'ancient institution' the old one.

Luck, mere luck may make even madness wisdom.