Though Diogenes lived in a tub, there might be, for aught I know, as much pride under his rags, as in the fine-spun garments of the divine Plato.
It is the folly of too many to mistake the echo of a London coffee-house for the voice of the kingdom.
An idle reason lessens the weight of the good ones you gave before.
Pray steal me not, I'm Mrs. Dingley's, Whose heart in this four-footed thing lies.
Two women seldom grow intimate but at the expense of a third person.
Human brutes, like other beasts, find snares and poison in the provision of life, and are allured by their appetites to their destruction.