One man is born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and the other with a wooden ladle.

We are all sure of two things, at least; we shall suffer and we shall all die.

We had no revolutions to fear, nor fatigues to undergo; all our adventures were by the fireside, and all our migrations from the blue bed to the brown.

Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land.

A French woman is a perfect architect in dress: she never, with Gothic ignorance, mixes the orders; she never tricks out a snobby Doric shape with Corinthian finery; or, to speak without metaphor, she conforms to general fashion only when it happens not to be repugnant to private beauty.

Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain.

Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie.