Fine words! I wonder where you stole them.
I hate nobody: I am in charity with the world.
Cruel people are ever cowards in emergency.
So, naturalists observe, a flea; Hath smaller fleas that on him prey; And these have smaller fleas to bite 'em, And so proceed ad infinitum.
Strange an astrologer should die, without one wonder in the sky.
Perpetual aiming at wit is a very bad part of conversation. It is done to support a character: it generally fails; it is a sort of insult on the company, and a restraint upon the speaker.