All Looks Yellow To A Jaundiced Eye.

Fly, Dotard, Fly! With Thy Wise Dreams And Fables Of The Sky.

The World Is A Thing We Must Of Necessity Either Laugh At Or Be Angry At; If We Laugh At It, They Say We Are Proud; If We Are Angry At It, They Say We Are Ill-natured.

Women, As They Are Like Riddles In Being Unintelligible, So Generally Resemble Them In This, That They Please Us No Longer Once We Know Them.

The Hog That Ploughs Not, Not Obeys Thy Call, Lives On The Labours Of This Lord Of All.

Sure Of Their Qualities And Demanding Praise, More Go To Ruined Fortunes Than Are Raised.