If you were to make little fishes talk, they would talk like whales.
All human wisdom works and has worries and grief as reward.
Romance and novel paint beauty in colors more charming than nature, and describe a happiness that humans never taste. How deceptive and destructive are those pictures of consummate bliss!
Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain, With grammar, and nonsense, and learning, Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives genius a better discerning.
All that a husband or wife really wants is to be pitied a little, praised a little, and appreciated a little.
Thus the public use of reason and freedom is nothing but a dessert, a sumptuous dessert.
Hope is such a bait, it covers any hook.