Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogether, then inarticulate, and then drunk. When we had reached the last step of this glorious ladder, it was difficult to get down again without stumbling.

Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.

My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.

Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.

A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.

Go let thy less than woman's hand Assume the distaff not the brand.

Man's conscience is the oracle of God.