Old men and comets have been reverenced for the same reason: their long beards, and pretences to foretell events.

An English tongue, if refined to a certain standard, might perhaps be fixed forever.

Ever eating, never cloying, All-devouring, all-destroying Never finding full repast, Till I eat the world at last.

There seems to be no part of knowledge in fewer hands than that of discerning when to have done.

There is no vice or folly that requires so much nicety and skill to manage as vanity; nor any which by ill management makes so contemptible a figure.

I must complain the cards are ill shuffled till I have a good hand.

If a man would register all his opinions upon love, politics, religion, learning etc., beginning from his youth, and so go to old age, what a bundle of inconsistencies and contradictions would appear at last.