The idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone, All centuries but this, and every country but his own.

I am a child of Nature, and take after my mother.

To sit in solemn silence on a dull, dark dock in a pestilential prison with a life-long lock awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock from a cheap and chippy chopper on a big, black block.

Spurn not the nobly born with love affected; nor treat with virtuous scorn the well connected.

He led his regiment from behind. He found it less exciting.

Things are seldom what they seem.

My family pride is something inconceivable. I can't help it. I was born sneering.