Jonathan Swift

An old miser kept a tame jackdaw, that used to steal pieces of
money, and hide them in a read more

An old miser kept a tame jackdaw, that used to steal pieces of
money, and hide them in a hole, which a cat observing, asked,
"Why he would hoard up those round shining things that he could
make no use of?" "Why," said the jackdaw, "my master has a whole
chestfull, and makes no more use of them that I do."

Lord, Madame, I have fed like a farmer; I shall grow as fat as a
porpoise.

Lord, Madame, I have fed like a farmer; I shall grow as fat as a
porpoise.

Whoever makes two ears of corn, or two blades of grass to grow where only one grew before, deserves better read more

Whoever makes two ears of corn, or two blades of grass to grow where only one grew before, deserves better of mankind, and does more essential service to his country than the whole race of politicians put together

A bad man becomes worse when he apes a saint.

A bad man becomes worse when he apes a saint.

The stoical scheme of supplying our wants by lopping off our desires, is like cutting off our feet when we read more

The stoical scheme of supplying our wants by lopping off our desires, is like cutting off our feet when we want shoes.