I must complain the cards are ill shuffled till I have a good hand.

There seems to be no part of knowledge in fewer hands than that of discerning when to have done.

Politics, as the word is commonly understood, are nothing but corruptions.

I love white Portugal wine better than claret, champagne, or burgundy. I have a sad vulgar appetite.

Pride, ill nature, and want of sense are the three great sources of ill manners; without some one of these defects, no man will behave himself ill for want of experience, or what, in the language of fools, is called knowing the world.

The latter part of a wise person's life is occupied with curing the follies, prejudices and false opinions they contracted earlier.

Perverseness is your whole defence.