Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them off or tighten them.
Forgive, son; men are men; they needs must err.
Where there are two, one cannot be wretched, and one not.
The man whom heaven helps has friends enough.
A slave is he who cannot speak his thoughts.
The man that isn't jolly after drinking is just a drivelling idiot, to my thinking.