The thing I hate about an argument is that it always interrupts a discussion.

By all men bond to Nothing, Being slaves without a lord, By one blind idiot world obeyed, Too blind to be abhorred.

If you'd take your head home and boil it for a turnip it might be useful. I can't say. But it might.

Time and again, the Faith has to all appearances gone to the dogs. But each time, it was the dog that died.

Only poor men get hanged.

They say travel broadens the mind, but you must have the mind.

Let us not decide what is good, but let it be considered good not to decide it.