A tavern is a place where madness is sold by the bottle.

Every dog must have his day.

By candle-light nobody would have taken you for above five-and-twenty.

Promises and pie-crust are made to be broken.

A little grain of the romance is no ill ingredient to preserve and exalt the dignity of human nature, without which it is apt to degenerate into everything that is sordid, vicious and low.

Have you not observed that there is a lower kind of discretion and regularity, which seldom fails of raising men to the highest station in the court, the church, and the law?

Whoever makes the fewest persons uneasy, is the best bred man in company.