Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!
Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.
I always get the better when I argue alone.
Silence gives consent.
Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.
Our chief comforts often produce our greatest anxieties, and the increase in our possessions is but an inlet to new disquietudes.