Both wit and understanding are trifles without integrity.
Silence gives consent.
I can't say whether we had more wit among us now than usual, but I am certain we had more laughing, which answered the end as well.
Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace the day's disasters in his morning face.
Honour sinks where commerce long prevails.
Paltry affectation, strained allusions, and disgusting finery are easily attained by those who choose to wear them; they are but too frequently the badges of ignorance or of stupidity, whenever it would endeavor to please.