The mere brute pleasure of reading — the sort of pleasure a cow must have in grazing. – Lord Chesterfield
Polished brass will pass upon more people than rough gold. – Lord Chesterfield
The mere brute pleasure of reading — the sort of pleasure a cow must have in grazing. – Lord Chesterfield
Polished brass will pass upon more people than rough gold. – Lord Chesterfield
The heart never grows better by age I fear rather worse, always harder. A young liar will be an old one, and a young knave will only be a greater knave as he grows older. – Lord Chesterfield
Our prejudices are our mistresses; reason is at best our wife, very often heard indeed, but seldom minded. – Lord Chesterfield