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

Punning is an art of harmonious jingling upon words, which, passing in at the ears, excites a titillary motion in those parts; and this, being conveyed by the animal spirits into the muscles of the face, raises the cockles of the heart.

That the universe was formed by a fortuitous concourse of atoms, I will no more believe than that the accidental jumbling of the alphabet would fall into a most ingenious treatise of philosophy.

Few are qualified to shine in company, but it is in most men's power to be agreeable.

I never knew any man cured of inattention.

Party is the madness of many for the gain of a few.

Ale is meat, drink and cloth; it will make a cat speak and a wise man dumb.