The Ancients, Sir, Are The Ancients, And

Heaven Forbids, It Is True, Certain Gratifications, But There Are Ways And Means Of Compounding Such Matters.

Consistency Is Only Suitable For Ridicule.

You Have But To Hold Forth In Cap And Gown, And Any Gibberish Becomes Learning, All Nonsense Passes For Sense.

The True Touchstone Of Wit Is The Impromptu.

The Less We Deserve Good Fortune, The More We Hope For It.