Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, and fills up all the mighty void of sense.
Every woman is at heart a rake.
The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
A little learning is a dangerous thing; drink of it deeply, or taste it not, for shallow thoughts intoxicate the brain, and drinking deeply sobers us again.
O peace! how many wars were waged in thy name.
'Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.