The devil was the first democrat
The very best of vineyards is the cellar
Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.
I think the worst woman that ever existed would have made a man of very passable reputation -- they are all better than us and their faults such as they are must originate with ourselves.