Truth never perishes.
The first and greatest punishment of the sinner is the conscience of sin.
He that visits the sick in hopes of a legacy, but is never so friendly in all other cases, I look upon him as being no better than a raven that watches a weak sheep only to peck out its eyes.
He who blushes at riding in a rattletrap, will boast when he rides in style.
Everything may happen.
He who boasts of his pedigree praises that which does not belong to him.