O Lazy bones! Dost thou think God would have given thee arms and legs, if he had not design'd thou should'st use them?

Hot things, sharp things, sweet things, cold things All rot the teeth, and make them look like old things.

Half the truth is often a great lie.

I was put to the grammar-school at eight years of age, my father intending to devote me, as the tithe of his sons, to the service of the Church.

Here comes the orator with his flood of words and his drop of reason.

Nothing preaches better than the act.

A virtuous heretic shall be saved before a wicked Christian.