Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.

And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.

Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.

I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.

Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.

I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.

Just as old age is creeping on space, And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day, They kindly leave us, though not quite alone, But in good company--the gout or stone.