Religion seems to have grown an infant with age, and requires miracles to nurse it, as it had in its infancy.
Vision is seeing the invisible.
Nothing is so great an instance of ill-manners as flattery.
My horses understand me tolerably well; I converse with them at least four hours every day. They are strangers to bridle or saddle; they live in great amity with me, and friendship of each other.
They say fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives.
Satire, being levelled at all, is never resented for an offence by any.