I love a friendship that flatters itself in the sharpness and vigor of its communications.

I love those historians that are either very simple or most excellent. Such as are between both (which is the most common fashion), it is they that spoil all; they will needs chew our meat for us and take upon them a law to judge, and by consequence to square and incline the story according to their fantasy.

I have seen people rude by being over-polite.

Man is certainly crazy. He could not make a mite, and he makes gods by the dozen.

The common notions that we find in credit around us and infused into our souls by our fathers' seed, these seem to be the universal and natural ones. Whence it comes to pass that what is off the hinges of custom, people believe to be off the hinges of reason.

Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do.

It is commonly seene by experience, that excellent memories do rather accompany weake judgements.