England has forty-two religions and only two sauces.
All styles are good except the tiresome kind.
Do well and you will have no need for ancestors.
The abuse of grace is affectation, as the abuse of the sublime is absurdity; all perfection is nearly a fault.
If mankind were born tomorrow it would divide into groups; each would scramble to invent their one and only god, and set about butchering each-other.
The more often a stupidity is repeated, the more it gets the appearance of wisdom.