“He that would have the perfection of pleasure must be moderate in the use of it.”

It is base and unworthy to live below the dignity of our nature.

The more mysterious, the more imperfect: that which is mystically spoken is but half spoken.

Take away the self-conceited, and there will be elbowroom in the world.

He that does not repent, sins again.

It is hypocrisy for man to make any other use of his religion, or the credit of it, than to sanctify and save his soul.

He that is conceited of his Wisdom, is readier to impose Error, than to receive Truth.

God imposeth no Law of Righteousness upon us which He doth not observe Himself.

It is impossible for a man to be made happy by putting him in a happy place, unless he be first in a happy state.

The human soul is to God, is as the flower to the sun; it opens at its approach, and shuts when it withdraws.

Virtue is the health, true state, natural complexion of the Soul.

Believe things, rather than man.

He that useth his reason doth acknowledge God.

An ill principle in the mind is worse than the matter of a disease in the body.

It is altogether as worthy of God and as much becoming Him to pardon and show mercy, in case of repentance and submission and reformation, as to punish, in case of impenitency and obstinacy.

He that neither knows himself nor thinks he can learn of others is not fit for company.

Nothing spoils human nature more than false zeal. The good nature of a heathen is more God-like than the furious zeal of a Christian.

Some may remember, if you have good memories, that there used to be a concept in Anglo-American law called a presumption of innocence, innocent until proven guilty in a court of law.

I used to soak my mitts in a bucket of water for about two days. Then I’d put a couple of baseballs in the pocket and wrap it up with a rubber band.

If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.

I used to be a very angry person, I used to throw things and break them. Then I had five years of constant psycho-analysis, and I don’t get angry any more.

I used to pretend that my Peugeot driving to the gym in the rain in Dublin was a Ferrari on the Vegas strip.

I was so ugly my mother used to feed me with a sling shot.

I always feel quite Jewish but I used to deny it until I was in my twenties.

I don’t even know which end of a computer one is supposed to gaze into. I’ve never used a computer.