I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.

We fancy that our afflictions are sent us directly from above; sometimes we think it in piety and contrition, but oftener in moroseness and discontent.

God made the rose out of what was left of woman at the creation. The great difference is, we feel the rose's thorns when we gather it; and the other's when we have had it for some time.

Cats ask plainly for what they want.

True wit, to every man, is that which falls on another.

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

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.