“The best kind of wine is that which is most pleasant to him who drinks it.”

It has become quite a common proverb that in wine there is truth (In Vino Veritas).

Cats too, with what silent stealthiness, with what light steps do they creep up to a bird!

We neglect those things which are under our very eyes, and heedless of things within our grasp, pursue those which are afar off.

Wine takes away reason, engenders insanity, leads to thousands of crimes, and imposes such an enormous expense on nations.

It [the earth] alone remains immoveable, whilst all things revolve round it.

An object in possession seldom retains the same charm that it had in pursuit.

Not a day without a line.

In wine there is health.

A short death is the sovereign good hap of human life.

The depth of darkness to which you can descend and still live is an exact measure of the height to which you can aspire to reach.

Man naturally yearns for novelty.

In these matters the only certainty is that nothing is certain.

I would have a man generous to his country, his neighbors, his kindred, his friends, and most of all his poor friends. Not like some who are most lavish with those who are able to give most of them.

Now, that the sovereign power and deity, whatsoever it is, should have regard of mankind, is a toy and vanity worthy to be laughed at.

Human nature is fond of novelty.

Our youth and manhood are due to our country, but our declining years are due to ourselves.