The lack of belief is a defect that ought to be concealed when it cannot be overcome.
Pride, ill nature, and want of sense, are the three great sources of ill manners.
Old men and comets have been reverenced for the same reason: their long beards, and pretences to foretell events.
War: that mad game the world so loves to play.
This wine should be eaten, it is too good to be drunk.
Promises and pie-crust are made to be broken.