The world, dear Agnes, is a strange affair.

Debts are nowadays like children begot with pleasure, but brought forth in pain.

Sharing with Jupiter is never a dishonor.

Virtue is the first title of nobility.

Man, I can assure you, is a nasty creature.

Without knowledge, life is no more than the shadow of death

You have but to hold forth in cap and gown, and any gibberish becomes learning, all nonsense passes for sense.