Promises and pie-crust are made to be broken.

Great abilities, when employed as God directs, do but make the owners of them greater and more painful servants to their neighbors.

Books, the children of the brain.

If the world had but a dozen Arbuthnots in it, I would burn my Travels.

Nothing more unqualified the man to act with prudence than a misfortune that is attended with shame and guilt.

If a man would register all his opinions upon love, politics, religion, learning etc., beginning from his youth, and so go to old age, what a bundle of inconsistencies and contradictions would appear at last.

111 company is like a dog, who dirts those most whom he loves best.