A pleasant companion is as good as a coach.

Falsehood flies, and the truth comes limping after it.

Some men, under the notion of weeding out prejudice, eradicate virtue, honesty and religion.

Invention is the talent of youth, as judgment is of age.

Though Diogenes lived in a tub, there might be, for aught I know, as much pride under his rags, as in the fine-spun garments of the divine Plato.

A true critic, in the perusal of a book, is like a dog at a feast, whose thoughts and stomach are wholly set upon what the guests fling away, and consequently is apt to snarl most when there are the fewest bones.

He that calls a man ungrateful sums up all the veil that a man can be guilty of.