Under Every Stone Lurks A Politician.

The Old Are In A Second Childhood.

If A Man Owes Me Money, I Never Seem To Forget. But If I Do The Owing, I Somehow Never Remember.

Tis Not For Us To Warn A Wilful Sinner; We Stay Him Not, But Let Him Run His Course, Till By Misfortunes Rous'd, His Conscience Wakes, And Prompts Him To Appease Th' Offended Gods.

Shall I Crack Any Of Those Old Jokes, Master, At Which The Audience Never Fail To Laugh?

Love Is Merely The Name For The Desire And Pursuit Of The Whole.