It is not death, but dying, which is terrible. – Henry Fielding
Scarcely one person in a thousand is capable of tasting the happiness of others. – Henry Fielding

It is not death, but dying, which is terrible. – Henry Fielding
Scarcely one person in a thousand is capable of tasting the happiness of others. – Henry Fielding
What is commonly called love, namely the desire of satisfying a voracious appetite with a certain quantity of delicate white human flesh. – Henry Fielding
Worth begets in base minds, envy; in great souls, emulation. – Henry Fielding