“Human nature is fond of novelty.”

Indeed, what is there that does not appear marvelous when it comes to our knowledge for the first time? How many things, too, are looked up on as quite impossible until they have been actually effected?

Many dishes bring many diseases.

Chance is a second master.

The brain is the citadel of sense perception.

Men are most apt to believe what they least understand; and through the lust of human wit obscure things are more easily credited.

Human nature craves novelty.

Hope is a working-man’s dream.

Man alone at the very moment of his birth, cast naked upon the naked earth, does she abandon to cries and lamentations.

Nature is to be found in her entirety nowhere more than in her smallest creatures.

Nothing which we can imagine about Nature is incredible.

It is generally much more shameful to lose a good reputation than never to have acquired it.

Why is it that we entertain the belief that for every purpose odd numbers are the most effectual?

Let honor be to us as strong an obligation as necessity is to others.

When a building is about to fall down, all the mice desert it.

His only fault is that he has no fault.

Simple diet is best: for many dishes bring many diseases, and rich sauces are worse than even heaping several meats upon each other.

In folk music, I’ve always been fond of the fragment. The song that has one verse. And you don’t know anything about the characters, you don’t know what they’re doing, but they’re doing something important. I love that. I’m really a sucker for that kind of song.

You have to be ready, and also you have to discard notions that are fondly held by a lot of musicians, about sequences and notes and about scales and musical systems as a whole. If you think of music as a language, the space part is where you throw out all the syntax.

Old men are fond of giving good advice to console themselves for their inability to give bad examples.

None are so fond of secrets as those who do not mean to keep them.

I like adding little elements into the final mix. I’m more fond of the ’70s glam than ’80s. I have that style of vocals… there are a lot of pop artists who are using the glam vibe in their music. I’m part of that wave.

I’ve always been fond of the glam-rocker title.

The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.

What woman says to fond lover should be written on air or the swift water. [Lat., Mulier cupido quod dicit amanti, In vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua.]