It seldom happens that any felicity comes so pure as not to be tempered and allayed by some mixture of sorrow.

Experience is the universal mother of sciences.

Nay, what is worse, perhaps turn poet, which, they say, is an infectious and incurable distemper.

There were but two families in the world, Have-much and Have-little.

Every man is the son of his own works.

There are only two families in the world, my old grandmother used to say, the Haves and the Have-nots.

You cannot eat your cake and have your cake.