Faults And Defects Every Work Of Man

The Wretched Have No Compassion, They Can Do Good Only From Strong Principles Of Duty.

Melancholy, Indeed, Should Be Diverted By Every Means But Drinking.

Every Man Has A Right To Utter What He Thinks Truth, And Every Other Man Has A Right To Knock Him Down For It. Martyrdom Is The Test.

The Expense Is Damnable, The Position Is Ridiculous, And The Pleasure Fleeting.

Sir, I Did Not Count Your Glasses Of Wine, Why Should You Number Up My Cups Of Tea?