What they do in heaven we are ignorant of; what they do not do we are told expressly.
Vision is the Art of seeing Things invisible.
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.
Fine words! I wonder where you stole them.
We have enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.
That was excellently observed’, say I, when I read a passage in an author, where his opinion agrees with mine. When we differ, there I pronounce him to be mistaken.