In His Comic Scenes, Shakespeare Seems To

Among The Lower Classes Of Mankind There Will Be Found Very Little Desire Of Any Other Knowledge Than What May Contribute Immediately To The Relief Of Some Pressing Uneasiness, Or The Attainment Of Some Near Advantage.

That Fellow Seems To Me To Possess But One Idea, And That Is A Wrong One.

Probably No One Will Ever Know Whether It Is Better To Wear A Nightcap Or Not.

The Love Of Fame Is A Passion Natural And Universal, Which No Man, However High Or Mean, However Wise Or Ignorant, Was Yet Able To Despise.

The Uncertainty Of Death Is, In Effect, The Great Support Of The Whole System Of Life.