No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.
No one was ever scolded out of their sins.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
But, oh, Thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art, of all Thy gifts, Thyself thy crown!
An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting.
Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.