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

Poor nations are hungry, and rich nations are proud; and pride and hunger will ever be at variance.

The scholars of Ireland seem not to have the least conception of style, but run on in a flat phraseology, often mingled with barbarous terms.

Religion seems to have grown an infant with age, and requires miracles to nurse it, as it had in its infancy.

There is nothing constant in this world but inconsistency.

Vision is the Art of seeing Things invisible.

Whoever makes the fewest persons uneasy, is the best bred man in company.