Teach us delight in simple things, and mirth that has no bitter springs.
Once there was The People - Terror gave it birth.
He wrapped himself in quotations - as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors.
Small miseries, like small debts, hit us in so many places, and meet us at so many turns and corners, that what they want in weight, they make up in number, and render it less hazardous to stand the fire of one cannon ball, than a volley composed of such a shower of bullets.
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where each tooth point goes.