Brisk talkers are generally slow thinkers.
We are so fond on one another because our ailments are the same.
Venus, a beautiful, good-natured lady, was the goddess of love; Juno, a terrible shrew, the goddess of marriage: and they were always mortal enemies.
I won't quarrel with my bread and butter.
Argument, as usually managed, is the worst sort of conversation, as it is generally in books the worst sort of reading.
My nose itched, and I knew I should drink wine or kiss a fool.