You may impose silence upon me, but you can not prevent me from thinking.
Admiration and familiarity are strangers.
The smoke of glory is not worth the smoke of a pipe.
You see what stupid folk my publishers are; but they are all alike.
A man is not a wall, whose stones are crushed upon the road; or a pipe, whose fragments are thrown away at a street corner. The fragments of an intellect are always good.
Lying, like license, has its degrees.