I am so convinced of the advantages of looking at mankind instead of reading about them, . . . that I think there should be a law amongst us to set our young men abroad for a term among the few allies our wars have left us.

It has been said that the immortality of the soul is a grand peut-tre -but still it is a grand one. Everybody clings to it -the stupidest, and dullest, and wickedest of human bipeds is still persuaded that he is immortal.

Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs.

If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.

You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?

Now what I love in women is, they won't Or can't do otherwise than lie, but do it. So well, the very truth seems falsehood to it.

For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?