There are certain common privileges of a writer, the benefit whereof, I hope, there will be no reason to doubt; particularly, that where I am not understood, it shall be concluded, that something very useful and profound is couched underneath; and again, that whatever word or sentence is printed in a different character, shall be judged to contain something extraordinary either or wit of sublime."

Books, the children of the brain.

Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody's face but their own.

Instead of dirt and poison we have rather chosen to fill our hives with honey and wax; thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light.

Laws are like cobwebs, which may catch small flies, but let wasps and hornets break through.

There is nothing in this world constant, but inconstancy.

There are few, very few, that will own themselves in a mistake, though all the World sees them to be in downright nonsense.

And surely one of the best rules in conversation is, never to say a thing which any of the company can reasonably wish had been left unsaid…

'Tis very warm weather when one's in bed.