Honour is a homicide and a bloodspiller, that gangs about making frays in the street; but Credit is a decent honest man, that sits at hame and makes the pat play.

A good deal of philanthropy arises in general from mere vanity and love of distinction gilded over to others and to themselves with some show of benevolent sentiment.

The chain of friendship, however bright, does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.

Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.

Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.

A few drops sprinkled on the torch of love make the flame blaze the brighter.

Stood for his country's glory fast, And nailed her colors to the mast!