An emperor in his nightcap will not meet with half the respect of an emperor with a crown.

To be poor, and to seem poor, is a certain method never to rise.

Every absurdity has a champion to defend it.

A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,- A cap by night, a stocking all the day.

To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives.

The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door; The chest, contriv'd a double debt to pay,- A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.

While selfishness joins hands with no one of the virtues, benevolence is allied to them all.