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

Old men and comets have been reverenced for the same reason: their long beards, and pretences to foretell events.

The scholars of Ireland seem not to have the least conception of style, but run on in a flat phraseology, often mingled with barbarous terms.

The axe of intemperance has lopped off his green boughs and left him a withered trunk.

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.

Pride, ill nature, and want of sense, are the three great sources of ill manners.

Simplicity, without which no human performance can arrive at perfection.