Round Numbers Are Always False.

To Hear Complaints Is Wearisome Alike To The Wretched And The Happy.

Unconstraint Is The Grace Of Conversation.

Admiration Begins Where Acquaintance Ceases

Wine Gives A Man Nothing... It Only Puts In Motion What Had Been Locked Up In Frost.

Sir, They Are A Race Of Convicts, And Ought To Be Thankful For Any Thing We Allow Them Short Of Hanging.