Laws are like cobwebs, which may catch small flies, but let wasps and hornets break through.

The first springs of great events, like those of great rivers, are often mean and little.

Books, the children of the brain.

Nor do they trust their tongue alone, but speak a language of their own; can read a nod, a shrug, a look, far better than a printed book; convey a libel in a frown, and wink a reputation down.

Pray steal me not, I'm Mrs. Dingley's, Whose heart in this four-footed thing lies.

Under the rose, since here are none but friends, To own the truth we have some private ends.

T is as cheap sitting as standing.