There is nothing wanting to make all rational and disinterested people in the world of one religion, but that they should talk together every day.

But those who cannot write, and those who can, All rhyme, and scrawl, and scribble, to a man.

Women, as they are like riddles in being unintelligible, so generally resemble them in this, that they please us no longer once we know them.

Tis true, 'tis certain; man, though dead, retains Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.

There never was any party, faction, sect, or cabal whatsoever, in which the most ignorant were not the most violent; for a bee is not a busier animal than a blockhead.

And die of nothing but a rage to live.

As with narrow-necked bottles; the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring out.