See how he throws his baited lines about,/And plays his men as anglers play their trout.

For nothing burns with such amazing speed, As the dry sticks of a religious creed.

Why can't somebody give us a list of things that everybody thinks and nobody says, and another list of things that everybody says and nobody thinks?

To be seventy years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old.

The mind of a bigot to the pupil of the eye; the more light you pour on it, the more it contracts.

Memory is a net: one that finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking.

To reach a port we must sail, sometimes with the wind, and sometimes against it. But we must not drift or lie at anchor.