There is nothing like fun, is there? I haven't any myself, but I do like it in others.
The memory of past favors is like a rainbow, bright, vivid, and beautiful; but it soon fades away. The in memory of injuries is engraved on the heart, and remains forever.
Avarice fills its purse at the expense of its belly.
Death and taxes are inevitable.
A temperate anger has virtue in it.
What a sight there is in that "smile!" it changes like a chameleon. There is a vacant smile, a cold smile, a smile of hate, a satiric smile, an affected smile; but, above all, a smile of love.