We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game.

Tis well for old age that it is always accompanied with want of perception, ignorance, and a facility of being deceived. For should we see how we are used and would not acquiesce, what would become of us?

Whatever is preached to us, and whatever we learn, we should still remember that it is man that gives, and man that receives; it is a mortal hand that presents it to us, it is a mortal hand that accepts it.

The virtue of the soul does not consist in flying high, but in walking orderly.

I have often seen people uncivil by too much civility, and tiresome in their courtesy.

Give me the provisions and whole apparatus of a kitchen, and I would starve.

In true education, anything that comes to our hand is as good as a book: the prank of a page- boy, the blunder of a servant, a bit of table talk - they are all part of the curriculum.