True Wit, To Every Man, Is That

The Only Effect Of Public Punishment Is To Show The Rabble How Bravely It Can Be Borne; And That Every One Who Hath Lost A Toe-nail Hath Suffered Worse.

Circumstances Form The Character; But, Like Petrifying Matters, They Harden While They Form.

The Tomb Is The Pedestal Of Greatness. I Make A Distinction Between God's Great And The King's Great.

Fancy Is Imagination In Her Youth And Adolescence. Fancy Is Always Excursive; Imagination, Not Seldom, Is Sedate.

Dignity, In Private Men And In Governments, Has Been Little Else Than A Stately And Stiff Perseverance In Oppression; And Spirit, As It Is Called, Little Else Than The Foam Of Hard-mouthed Insolence.