I will indulge my sorrows, and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair.
Artificial intelligence will never be a match for natural stupidity.
The gloomy months of November, when the people of England hang and drown themselves.
Facts are plain spoken; hopes and figures are its aversion.
The person who has a firm trust in the Supreme Being is powerful in his power, wise by his wisdom, happy by his happiness.
Poverty palls the most generous spirits; it cows industry, and casts resolution itself into despair.