It is the talent of human nature to run from one extreme to another.

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

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.

And he gave it for his opinion, "that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together.

Where Young must torture his invention To flatter knaves, or lose his pension.

Censure is the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent.

The axe of intemperance has lopped off his green boughs and left him a withered trunk.