Censure is the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent.
He had been eight years upon a project for extracting sunbeams out of cucumbers, which were to be put into vials hermetically sealed, and let out to warm the air in raw, inclement summers.
Orators inflame the people, whose anger is really but a short fit of madness.
When I am in danger of bursting, I will go and whisper among the reeds.
Coffee makes us severe, and grave and philosophical.
It is a maxim, that those, to whom everybody allows the second place, have an undoubted title to the first.