I will venture to affirm, that the three seasons wherein our corn has miscarried did no more contribute to our present misery, than one spoonful of water thrown upon a rat already drowned would contribute to his death; and that the present plentiful harvest, although it should be followed by a dozen ensuing, would no more restore us, than it would the rat aforesaid to put him near the fire, which might indeed warm his fur-coat, but never bring him back to life.

There were many times my pants were so thin I could sit on a dime and tell if it was heads or tails.

Few are qualified to shine in company, but it is in most men's power to be agreeable.

Big-endians and small-endians.

Ay, do despise me, I'm the prouder for it; I like to be despised.

The sight of you is good for sore eyes.

Some dire misfortune to portend, no enemy can match a friend.