All human race would be wits. And millions miss, for one that hits.

In church your grandsire cut his throat; to do the job too long he tarried: he should have had my hearty vote to cut his throat before he married.

Would a writer know how to behave himself with relation td posterity? Let him consider in old books what he finds that he is glad to know, and what omissions he most laments.

A fig for partridges and quails, ye dainties I know nothing of ye; But on the highest mount in Wales Would choose in peace to drink my coffee.

I have ever hated all nations, professions, and communities, and all my love is toward individuals.

Your onions should be thoroughly boiled.

It is in men as in soils where sometimes there is a vein of gold which the owner knows not.