Argument, as usually managed, is the worst sort of conversation, as it is generally in books the worst sort of reading.

Arbitrary power is but the first natural step from anarchy, or the savage life.

Censure is the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent.

The power of fortune is confessed only by the miserable, for the happy impute all their success to prudence or merit.

My hunger serves me instead of a clock.

Strange an astrologer should die, without one wonder in the sky.

Perverseness is your whole defence.