The company of fools may first make us smile, but in the end we always feel melancholy.

All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.

Wisdom makes a slow defense against trouble, though a sure one in the end.

[T]here are depths of thousands of miles which are hidden from our inquiry. The only tidings we have from those unfathomable regions are by means of volcanoes, those burning mountains that seem to discharge their materials from the lowest abysses of the earth.

We may affirm of Mr. Buffon, that which has been said of the chemists of old; though he may have failed in attaining his principal aim, of establishing a theory, yet he has brought together such a multitude of facts relative to the history of the earth, and the nature of its fossil productions, that curiosity finds ample compensation, even while it feels the want of conviction.

Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.

A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,- A cap by night, a stocking all the day.