Artificial intelligence will never be a match for natural stupidity.

That he delights in the misery of others no man will confess, and yet what other motive can make a father cruel?

Cunning has only private selfish aims, and sticks at nothing which may make them succeed. Discretion has large and extended views, and, like a well-formed eye, commands a whole horizon; cunning is a kind of shortsightedness, that discovers the minutest objects which are near at hand, but is not able to discern things at a distance.

That fine part of our construction, the eye, seems as much the receptacle and seat of our passions as the mind itself; and at least it is the outward portal to introduce them to the house within, or rather the common thoroughfare to let our affections pass in and out.

I consider time as an in immense ocean, in which many noble authors are entirely swallowed up.

It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are the more gentle and quiet we become towards the defects of others.

It is observed by Cicero, that men of the greatest and most shining parts are most actuated by ambition.