Perpetual aiming at wit is a very bad part of conversation. It is done to support a character: it generally fails; it is a sort of insult on the company, and a restraint upon the speaker.

Kitchen Physic is the best Physic.

Human brutes, like other beasts, find snares and poison in the provision of life, and are allured by their appetites to their destruction.

Usually speaking, the worst-bred person in company is a young traveller just returned from abroad.

He was a bold man that first ate an oyster.

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

Lord, Madame, I have fed like a farmer; I shall grow as fat as a porpoise.