The brief span of our poor unhappy life to its final hour Is hastening on; and while we drink and call for gay wreaths, Perfumes, and young girls, old age creeps upon us, unperceived.

Nature confesses that she has bestowed on the human race hearts of softest mould, in that she has given us tears.

It is sheer folly when all is gone to lose even one's passage money.

There is never a lawsuit but a woman is at the bottom of it.

We do not commonly find men of superior sense amongst those of the highest fortune.

Revenge is always the weak pleasure of a little and narrow mind.

A man's word Is believed just to the extent of the wealth in his coffers stored.