That incessant envy wherewith the common rate of mankind pursues all superior natures to their own.

So endless and exorbitant are the desires of men that they will grasp at all, and can form no scheme of perfect happiness with less.

There were many times my pants were so thin I could sit on a dime and tell if it was heads or tails.

Life is a tragedy wherein we sit as spectators for a while and then act our part in it.

They say fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives.

The stoical scheme of supplying our wants by lopping off our desires, is like cutting off our feet when we want shoes.

A ridiculous passion which hath no being but in play-books and romances.