It is a miserable thing to live in suspense; it is the life of the spider.
War: that mad game the world so loves to play.
We have enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.
You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.
I never wonder to see men wicked, but I often wonder to see them not ashamed.
O Grub Street! how do I bemoan thee, whose graceless children scorn to own thee! . Yet thou hast greater cause to be ashamed of them, than they of thee.