Every Irishman, the saying goes, has a potato in his head.
What hypocrites we seem to be whenever we talk of ourselves! Our words sound so humble, while our hearts are so proud.
Truth, when witty, is the wittiest of all things.
Never put much confidence in such as put no confidence in others.
The intellect of the wise is like glass; it admits the light of heaven and reflects it.
It is well for us that we are born babies in intellect. Could we understand half what mothers say and do to their infants, we should be filled with a conceit of our own importance, which would render us insupportable through life.