Philosophy is for the few.
If you wish in this world to advance your merits you're bound to enhance; you must stir it and stump it, and blow your own trumpet, or, trust me, you haven't a chance.
Humor is a drug which it's the fashion to abuse.
The House of Peers, throughout the war, did nothing in particular, and did it very well.
I am never, never, sick at sea. What never? No never! What never? Hardly ever.
O that the gods would bring to a miserable end such fictitious, crazy, deformed labours, with which the minds of the studious are blinded!