Grief is itself a medicine.
Tea - the cups that cheer but not inebriate.
Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, attain not to the dignity of thought.
A noisy man is always in the right.
Man disavows, and Deity disowns me: hell might afford my miseries a shelter; therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all bolted against me.
A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.