Ah! if the pulpit would practice what it preaches, then all would be well.
Nine-tenths of the world is entertained by scandalous rumors, which are never dissected until they are dead and, when pricked, collapse like an empty bladder.
I am too sick to be out of bed, too crazy to sleep, and am surrounded by horrors.
I am the inferior of any man whose rights I trample underfoot.
You may be witty, but not satirical.
Fame is a vapor, popularity is an accident, riches take wings, those who cheer today may curse tomorrow and only one thing endures - character.