Everybody wants to live forever, but nobody wants to grow old.
Ay, do despise me, I'm the prouder for it; I like to be despised.
Brutes find out where their talents lie; a bear will not attempt to fly.
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.
The sight of you is good for sore eyes.
I won't quarrel with my bread and butter.