Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no fibs.

In all my wanderings through this world of care,In all my griefs -- and God has given my share --I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown,Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down;To husband out life's taper at the close,And keep the flame from wasting, by repose:I still had hopes, for pride attends us still,Amidst the swains to show my book-learn'd skill,Around my fire an evening group to draw,And tell of all I felt, and all I saw;And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue,Pants to the place from whence at first she flew,I still had hopes, my long vexations past,Here to return -- and die at home at last.

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

I love everything that is old; old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wines.

The first time I read an excellent book, it is to me just as if I had gained a new friend. When I read a book over I have perused before, it resembles the meeting with an old one.

Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.

Hope, like the gleaming taper’s light, adorns and cheers our way; and still, as darker grows the night, emits a brighter ray.

…The more enormous our wealth, the more extensive our fears, all our possessions are paled up with new edicts every day, and hung round with gibbets to scare every invader.

They may talk of a comet, or a burning mountain, or some such bagatelle; but to me a modest woman, dressed out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation.

Modesty seldom resides in a breast that is not enriched with nobler virtues.

Conscience is a coward and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.

He who fights and runs away May live to fight another day. But he who is in battle slain Can never rise to fight again.

Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no fibs.

Philosophy ... should not pretend to increase our present stock but make us economists of what we are possessed of.

To make a fine gentleman several trades are required but chiefly a barber.

Hope like the gleaming taper's light adorns and cheers our way And still as darker grows the night emits a lighter ray.

People seldom improve when they have no other model but themselves to copy after.

The English laws punish vice the Chinese laws do more they reward virtue.

Laws grind the poor and rich men rule the law.

And still they gazed and still the wonder grew That one small head should carry all it knew.

Man wants but little here below nor wants that little long.

Fortune is ever seen accompanying industry.

Man wants but little here below Nor wants that little long.

Success consists of getting up just one more time than you fall.

The very pink of perfection.

Philosophy is a good horse in the stable but an errant jade on a journey.

The man recover'd of the bite The dog it was that died.

At church with meek and unaffected grace His looks adorn'd the venerable place Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway And fools who came to scoff remain'd to pray.

At church with meek and unaffected grace His looks adorn'd the venerable place Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway And fools who came to scoff remain'd to pray.

But in his duty prompt at every call He watch'd and wept he pray'd and felt for all.

Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no fibs.

The hours we pass with happy prospects in view are more pleasing than those crowned with fruition.

People seldom improve when they have no other model but themselves to copy.

He who seeks for applause only from without has all his happiness in another's keeping.

He watch'd and wept he pray'd and felt for all.

Man wants but little here below Nor wants that little long.

I'll fares the land to hastening ills of prey Where wealth accumulates and men decay.

I'll fares the land to hastening ills a prey Where wealth accumulates and men decay Princes and Lords may flourish or may fade - A breath can make them as a breath has made - But a bold peasantry their country's pride When once destroy'd can never be supplied.

A modest woman dressed out in all her finery is the most tremendous object of the whole creation.

If you were to make little fishes talk they would talk like whales.

Fortune is ever seen accompanying industry.