My hunger serves me instead of a clock.

Venus, a beautiful, good-natured lady, was the goddess of love; Juno, a terrible shrew, the goddess of marriage: and they were always mortal enemies.

Very few men, properly speaking, live at present, but are providing to live another time.

What we call the Irish Brogue is no sooner discovered, than it makes the deliverer, in the last degree, ridiculous and despised; and, from such a mouth, an Englishman expects nothing but bulls, blunders, and follies.

You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.

An excuse is a lie guarded.

Censure is the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent.