Vision is seeing the invisible.
All human race would be wits. And millions miss, for one that hits.
I cannot imagine why we should be at the expense to furnish wit for succeeding ages, when the former have made no sort of provision for ours.
Life is a tragedy wherein we sit as spectators for a while and then act our part in it.
Pray steal me not, I'm Mrs. Dingley's, Whose heart in this four-footed thing lies.
Complaint is the largest tribute heaven receives and the sincerest part of our devotion.