Those who do not feel pain seldom think that it is felt.
From ignorance our comfort flows, the only wretched are the wise
Pleasure is very seldom found where it is sought; our brightest blazes of gladness are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks.
Come, let me know what it is that makes a Scotch man happy!
Truth, Sir, is a cow which will yield such people no more milk, and so they are gone to milk the bull.
Wickedness is always easier than virtue; for it takes the short cut to everything.