My nose itched, and I knew I should drink wine or kiss a fool.

Ever eating, never cloying, All-devouring, all-destroying Never finding full repast, Till I eat the world at last.

When any one person or body of men seize into their hands the power in the last resort, there is properly no longer a government, but what Aristotle and his followers call the abuse and corruption of one.

We have an intuitive sense of our duty.

Seamen have a custom, when they meet a whale, to fling him out an empty tub by way of amusement, to divert him from laying violent hands upon the ship.

Men of great parts are often unfortunate in the management of public business, because they are apt to go out of the common road by the quickness of their imagination.

Men always grow vicious before they become unbelievers.