“A tavern is a place where madness is sold by the bottle.”

I love good creditable acquaintance; I love to be the worst of the company.

We are so fond on one another because our ailments are the same.

There were many times my pants were so thin I could sit on a dime and tell if it was heads or tails.

Everyone desires long life, not one old age.

Don’t set your wit against a child.

Many a truth is told in jest.

For to enter the palace of learning at the great gate requires an expense of time and forms, therefore men of much haste and little ceremony are content to get in by the back-door.

Perverseness is your whole defence.

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

The bulk of mankind is as well equipped for flying as thinking.

Power is no blessing in itself, except when it is used to protect the innocent.

Although the devil be the father of lies, he seems, like other great inventors, to have lost much of his reputation by the continual improvements that have been made upon him.

We of this age have discovered a shorter, and more prudent method to become scholars and wits, without the fatigue of reading or of thinking.

You should never be ashamed to admit you have been wrong. It only proves you are wiser today than yesterday.

If Heaven had looked upon riches to be a valuable thing, it would not have given them to such a scoundrel.

Cruel people are ever cowards in emergency.

You have your look. That lethal fusion of mischief and innocence, the one that maddens statues with lust.

The body is just a water bubble. The mind is like a mad monkey. Do not follow either the body or the mind. Follow the Conscience. It is above the mind. It is permanent. It is the voice of God, the voice of unchanging truth inside you.

I don’t carry the burden of the past or the madness of the future. I live in the present.

I always hate when, like, my favorite performer has a boring moment. Especially when they got mad hits.

It is sheer madness to live in want in order to be wealthy when you die.

Is it a simple form of madness to lose a hundred thousand sesterces, and not have a shirt to give to a shivering slave?

I’m obsessed to extreme winners because I think there’s a madness to it. I truly believe that in order to truly be great at something you have to give into a certain amount of madness. Quotes

She had just enough madness to make her interesting.