Naught so sweet as melancholy.

Properly conducted scientific studies . . . give us a pretty good idea of when something is likely to be correct. To me, pretty good is a linguistic statistic that falls somewhere in between more likely than not and beyond a reasonable doubt, et avoides the pitfalls arising from the belief in complete objectivity.

Every schoolboy hath that famous testament of Grunnius Corocotta Porcellus at his fingers end.

Naught so sweet as melancholy.

Ignorance is the Mother of Devotion.

Tobacco, divine, rare, superexcellent tobacco, which goes far beyond all the panaceas, potable gold, and philosophers stones, a sovereign remedy to all diseases but as it is commonly abused by most men, which take it as tinkers do ale, 'Tis a plague, a mischief, a violent purger of goods, lands, health; hellish, devilish and damned tobacco, the ruin and overthrow of body and soul.

Temperance is a bridle of gold; he, who uses it rightly, is more like a god than a man.