The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.
Get your enemy to read your works in order to mend them, for your friend is so much your second self that he will judge too like you.
Why did I write? What sin to me unknown dipped me in ink, my parents , or my own?
The proper study of Mankind is Man.
Some are bewildered in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs nature meant but fools.