Men must be taught as if you taught them not, and things unknown proposed as things forgot.
The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
Fickle Fortune reigns, and, undiscerning, scatters crowns and chains.
Nothing can be more shocking and horrid than one of our kitchens sprinkled with blood, and abounding with the cries of expiring victims or with the limbs of dead animals scattered or hung up here and there.
As the twig is bent, so grows the tree.
Simplicity is the mean between ostentation and rusticity.