Some dire misfortune to portend, no enemy can match a friend.

To acknowledge you were wrong yesterday is simply to let the world know that you are wiser today than you were then.

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

Such a man, truly wise, creams off Nature leaving the sour and the dregs for philosophy and reason to lap up.

No man of honor, as the word is usually understood, did ever pretend that his honor obliged him to be chaste or temperate, to pay his creditors, to be useful to his country, to do good to mankind, to endeavor to be wise or learned, to regard his word, his promise, or his oath.

Your onions should be thoroughly boiled.

Books, the children of the brain.