Samuel Foote quotes:

Born in a cellar, and living in a garret.

So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf, to make an apple-pie; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. 'What! no soap?' So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber.

Born in a cellar... and living in a garret.

Death and the dice level all distinctions.

One who preserves all the exterior decencies of ignorance.

He is not only dull in himself, but the cause of dullness in others.

For as the old saying is, When house and land are gone and spent Then learning is most excellent.

He who is good at excuses is generally good for nothing else.

So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf to make an apple pie; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street pops its head into the shop. What! no soap? So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber; and there were present the Picninnies, and the Grand Panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top, and they all fell to playing the game of catch as catch can, till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots.

Woman, I tell you, is a microcosm; and rightly to rule her, requires as great talents as to govern a state.