Pray steal me not, I'm Mrs. Dingley's, Whose heart in this four-footed thing lies.
Observation is an old man's memory.
In like manner, the disbelief of a Divine Providence renders a man uncapable of holding any public station; for, since kings avow themselves to be the deputies of Providence.
Lord, Madame, I have fed like a farmer; I shall grow as fat as a porpoise.
In oratory the greatest art is to hide art.
The power of fortune is confessed only by the miserable, for the happy impute all their success to prudence or merit.