“If you put a chain around the neck of a slave, the other end fastens itself around your own.”

“Perpetual modernness is the measure of merit, in every work of art; since the author of it was not misled by anything short- livedor local, but abode by real and abiding traits.”

“The cruelest foe is a masked benefactor. The wars which make history so dreary have served the cause of truth and virtue.”

“Let us draw a lesson from nature, which always works by short ways. When the fruit is ripe, it falls.”

“I could better eat with one who did not respect the truth or the laws, than with a sloven and unpresentable person. Moral qualities rule the world, but at shorter distances, the senses are despotic.”

“The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.”

“Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it.”

“They have a plentiful lack of wit.”

“Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.”

“But clay and clay differs in dignity, Whose dust is both alike.”

“A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm”

“Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.”

“There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.”

“I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster”

“Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?”

“Haply a woman's voice may do some goodWhen articles too nicely urged be stood on.”

“The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.”

“The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.”

“Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.”

“If you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.”

“What the great ones do, the less will prattle of”

“Manners have been somewhat cynically defined to be a contrivance of wise men to keep fools at a distance. Fashion is shrewd to detect those who do not belong to her train, and seldom wastes her attentions. Society is very swift in its instincts, and if you do not belong to it, resists and sneers at you, or quietly drops you.”

“Wit makes its own welcome, and levels all distinction. No dignity, no learning, no force of character, can make any stand against good wit. It is like ice, on which no beauty of form, no majesty of carriage, can plead any immunity; they must walk gingerly, according to the laws of ice, or down they must go, dignity and all.”