I must have women - there is nothing unbends the mind like them.
Fill it up. I take as large draughts of liquor as I did of love. I hate a flincher in either.
When we risk no contradiction, It prompts the tongue to deal in fiction.
The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
Whoever heard a man of fortune in England talk of the necessaries of life? . . . Whether we can afford it or no, we must have superfluities.
In every age and clime we see Two of a trade can never agree.