Tired of myself longing for what I have not
Those we dislike can do nothing to please us.
I am forced, as I have often said, to try to make myself laugh, that I may not cry: for one or other I must do.
Angry men make themselves beds of nettles.
The first reading of a Will, where a person dies worth anything considerable, generally affords a true test of the relations' love to the deceased.
...for my master, bad as I have thought him, is not half so bad as this woman.-To be sure she must be an atheist!