How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.
No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.
Lights of the world, and stars of human race.
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.