There is, in fact, no law or government at all; and it is wonderful how well things go on without them.
Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixture of more happy days!
Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
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.