Invention is the talent of youth, as judgment is of age.

I love white Portugal wine better than claret, champagne, or burgundy. I have a sad vulgar appetite.

My hunger serves me instead of a clock.

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

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

Come, agree, the law's costly.

I have now lost my barrier between me and death; God grant I may live to be as well prepared for it, as I confidently believe her to have been! If the way to Heaven be through piety, truth, justice and charity, she is there.