Bachelor's fare: bread and cheese, and kisses.

It is likewise to be observed that this society hath a peculiar chant and jargon of their own, that no other mortal can understand, and wherein all their laws are written, which they take special care to multiply.

The sight of you is good for sore eyes.

Under the rose, since here are none but friends, To own the truth we have some private ends.

War: that mad game the world so loves to play.

Life is a tragedy wherein we sit as spectators for a while and then act our part in it.

You should never be ashamed to admit you have been wrong. It only proves you are wiser today than yesterday