In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stagecoach.

Ceremonies are different in every country, but true politeness is everywhere the same.

A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.

But winter lingering chills the lap of May.

I love everything that's old, - old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.

If you don't ask me questions, I can't give you an untrue answer.

The heart of every man lies open to the shafts of correction if the archer can take proper aim.