I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellects too

There is no arguing with Johnson: for if his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end of it.

A nightcap decked his brows instead of bay, A cap by night — a stocking all the day!

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

Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt; It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.

Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.

[To Mr. Johnson] If you were to make little fishes talk, they would talk like whales.