'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.
It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship
For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
The reading or non-reading a book will never keep down a single petticoat.
This is to be along; this, this is solitude!