Grammar, which knows how to lord it over kings, and with high hands makes them obey its laws.
The trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit.
Those whose conduct gives room for talk are always the first to attack their neighbors.
There's a sort of decency among the dead, a remarkable discretion: you never find them making any complaint against the doctor who killed them!
I feed on good soup, not beautiful language.
All extremes does perfect reason flee, And wishes to be wise quite soberly.