Conservatism is the blind and fear-filled worship of dead radicals.
The highest perfection of politeness is only a beautiful edifice, built, from the base to the dome, of graceful and gilded forms of charitable and unselfish lying.
The source of all humor is not laughter, but sorrow.
Never have a battle of wits with an unarmed person.
Loose and forbear!
Ours is a terrible religion. The fleets of the world could swim in spacious comfort in the innocent blood it has spilt.
Looking' his last' upon the scene of his former joys and his later sufferings, and wishing 'she' could see him now, abroad on the wild sea, facing peril and death with a dauntless heart, going to his doom with a grim smile on his lips.
Honesty: The best of all the lost arts.
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