I never knew any man cured of inattention.

It is in men as in soils where sometimes there is a vein of gold which the owner knows not.

When you set about your composing, it may be necessary for your ease, and better distillation of wit, to put on your worst clothes, and the worse the better; for an author, like a limbeck, will yield the better for having a rag about him: besides that, I have observed a gardener cut the outward rind of a tree (which is the surtout of it) to make it bear well; and this is a natural account of the usual poverty of poets, and is an argument why wits, of all men living, ought to be ill clad.

Reason is a very light rider, and easily shook off.

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.

When men grow virtuous in their old age, they only make a sacrifice to God of the devil's leavings.

I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing.