How many worthy men have we known to survive their own reputation, who have seen and suffered the honor and glory most justly acquired in their youth, extinguished in their own presence?

I prefer the company of peasants because they have not been educated sufficiently to reason incorrectly.

Rash and incessant scolding runs into custom and renders itself despised.

Time steals away without any inconvenience.

The public weal requires that men should betray, and lie, and massacre.

The receipts of cookery are swelled to a volume, but a good stomach excels them all; to which nothing contributes more than industry and temperance.

There is no greater enemy to those who would please than expectation.