Man Is A Gaming Animal.

No One Ever Regarded The First Of January With Indifference.

We Were Happier When We Were Poorer, But We Were Also Younger.

Ay, Down To The Dust With Them, Slaves As They Are! From This Hour Let The Blood In Their Dastardly Veins, That Shrunk At The First Touch Of Liberty's War, Be Wasted For Tyrants, Or Stagnate In Chains.

He Is No Lawyer Who Cannot Take Two Sides.

I Can Scarce Bring Myself To Believe, That I Am Admitted To A Familiar Correspondence, And All The License Of Friendship, With A Man Who Writes Blank Verse Like Milton.