Observation is an old man's memory.

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.

If Heaven had looked upon riches to be a valuable thing, it would not have given them to such a scoundrel.

Cruel people are ever cowards in emergency.

Wisdom is a fox who, after long hunting, will at last cost you the pains to dig out; it is a cheese, which, by how much the richer, has the thicker, the homlier, and the coarser coat; and whereof to a judicious palate, the maggots are best. It is a sack posset, wherein the deeper you go, you'll find it the sweeter. Wisdom is a hen, whose cackling we must value and consider, because it is attended with an egg. But lastly, it is a nut, which, unless you choose with judgment, may cost you a tooth, and pay you with nothing but a worm.

Laws are like cobwebs, which may catch small flies, but let wasps and hornets break through.

The worthiest people are the most injured by slander, as is the best fruit which the birds have been pecking at.