History is fables agreed upon.
Love truth, and pardon error.
But for what purpose was the earth formed?" asked Candide. "To drive us mad," replied Martin.
The fate of a nation has often depended upon the good or bad digestion of a prime minister.
He is lifeless that is faultless.
There's scarce a point whereon mankind agree - So well as in their boast of killing me; I boast of nothing, but when I've a mind - I think I can be even with mankind