Luther was guilty of two great crimes - he struck the Pope in his crown, and the monks in their belly.

Now what else is the whole life of mortals, but a sort of comedy in which the various actors, disguised by various costumes and masks, walk on and play each ones part until the manager walks them off the stage?

No one respects a talent that is concealed.

Whether a party can have much success without a woman present I must ask others to decide, but one thing is certain, no party is any fun unless seasoned with folly.

The wedlocks of minds will be greater than that of bodies.

From hence, no question, has sprung an observation ... confirmed now into a settled opinion, that some long experienced souls in the world, before their dislodging, arrive to the height of prophetic spirits.

What passes out of one's mouth passes into a hundred ears. It is a great misfortune not to have sense enough to speak well.