I said there was a society of men among us, bred up from their youth in the art of proving by words multiplied for the purpose, that white is black, and black is white, according as they are paid. To this society all the rest of the people are as slaves.

I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats and dogs.

The axe of intemperance has lopped off his green boughs and left him a withered trunk.

Every day is an opportunity to make a new happy ending. May you live all the days of your life.

Let a man be ne'er so wise, he may be caught with sober lies.

A fig for your bill of fare; show me your bill of company.

There are few wild beasts more to be dreaded than a talking man having nothing to say.