Prepare for death, if here at night you roam, and sign your will before you sup from home.

Curiosity is the thirst of the soul.

The vicious count their years; virtuous, their acts.

When a language begins to teem with books, it is tending to refinement; as those who undertake to teach others must have undergone some labour in improving themselves, they set a proportionate value on their own thoughts, and wish to enforce them by efficacious expressions; speech becomes embodied and permanent; different modes and phrases are compared, and the best obtains an establishment. By degrees one age improves upon another.

The common people do not accurately adapt their thoughts to objects; nor, secondly, do they accurately adapt their words to their thoughts; they do not mean to lie; but, taking no pains to be exact, they give you very false accounts. A great part of their language is proverbial; if anything rocks at all, they say it rocks like a cradle; and in this way they go on.

I have always said the first Whig was the Devil.

There is nothing so minute, or inconsiderable, that I would not rather know it than not.