I cannot imagine why we should be at the expense to furnish wit for succeeding ages, when the former have made no sort of provision for ours.

Arbitrary power is the natural object of temptation to a prince, as wine and women to a young fellow, or a bribe to a judge, or avarice to old age.

We have an intuitive sense of our duty.

If a lump of soot falls into the soup and you cannot conveniently get it out, stir it well in and it will give the soup a French taste.

Human brutes, like other beasts, find snares and poison in the provision of life, and are allured by their appetites to their destruction.

Such a man, truly wise, creams off Nature leaving the sour and the dregs for philosophy and reason to lap up.

Don't set your wit against a child.