Look before you leap for as you sow, ye are like to reap.

[P]oetry resembles metaphysics: one does not mind one's own, but one does not like anyone else's.

An apology for the devil: it must be remembered that we have heard one side of the case. God has written all the books.

We all like to forgive, and love best not those who offend us least, nor who have done most for us, but those who make it most easy for us to forgive them.

Oaths are but words, and words are but wind.

Some men love truth so much that they seem to be in continual fear lest she should catch a cold on overexposure.

A man should be just cultured enough to be able to look with suspicion upon culture at first, not second hand.