A lie is an excuse guarded

I love good creditable acquaintance; I love to be the worst of the company.

The lack of belief is a defect that ought to be concealed when it cannot be overcome.

This single Stick, which you now behold ingloriously lying in that neglected Corner, I once knew in a flourishing State in a Forest: It was full of Sap, full of Leaves, and full of Boughs: But now, in vain does the busy Art of Man pretend to vie with Nature, by tying that withered Bundle of Twigs to its sapless Trunk: It is at best but the Reverse of what it was; a Tree turned upside down, the Branches on the Earth, and the Root in the Air.

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

If you were not reasoned into your beliefs, you cannot be reasoned out of them.

A tavern is a place where madness is sold by the bottle.