And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole |
Argument is the worst sort of conversation. |
Argument, as usually managed, is the worst sort of conversation, as in books it is generally the worst sort of reading |
As blushing will sometimes make a whore pass for a virtuous woman, so modesty may make a fool seem a man of sense. |
As love without esteem is capricious and volatile; esteem without love is languid and cold. |
Bachelor's fare: Bread, cheese, and kisses |
Better belly burst than good liquor be lost |
Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed. |
Books, the children of the brain. |
Bread is the staff of life |
But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one: men know him not-and to know not is to care not for. |
But you think that it is time for me to have done with the world, and so I would if I could get into a better before I was called into the best, and not die here in a rage, like a poisoned rat in a hole. |
Censure is the the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent |
Come, agree, the law's costly. |
Complaint is the largest tribute Heaven receives |