Wishes, At Least, Are The Easy Pleasures

Happiness Grows At Our Own Firesides, And Is Not To Be Picked In Strangers' Gardens.

Virtue Is A Beautiful Thing In Woman When They Don't Go About With It Like A Child With A Drum Making All Sorts Of Noise With It.

Habitual Intoxication Is The Epitome Of Every Crime.

Intemperance Is The Epitome Of Every Crime, The Cause Of Every Kind Of Misery.

Wits, Like Drunken Men With Swords, Are Apt To Draw Their Steel Upon Their Best Acquaintances.