A good cook is the peculiar gift of the gods. He must be a perfect creature from the brain to the palate, from the palate to the finger's end.

The only effect of public punishment is to show the rabble how bravely it can be borne; and that every one who hath lost a toe-nail hath suffered worse.

In the morn of life we are alert, we are heated in its noon, and only in its decline do we repose.

He who brings ridicule to bear against truth finds in his hand a blade without a hilt. The most sparkling and pointed flame of wit flickers and expires against the incombustible walls of her sanctuary.

Authors are like cattle going to a fair: those of the same field can never move on without butting one another.

Wrong is but falsehood put in practice.

The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.