Argument, as usually managed, is the worst sort of conversation, as it is generally in books the worst sort of reading.
One enemy can do more hurt than ten friends can do good.
Real vision is the ability to see the invisible.
Every dog must have his day.
The scholars of Ireland seem not to have the least conception of style, but run on in a flat phraseology, often mingled with barbarous terms.
Perpetual aiming at wit is a very bad part of conversation. It is done to support a character: it generally fails; it is a sort of insult on the company, and a restraint upon the speaker.