An accomplished mathematician, i.e. a most wretched orator.

I pass by that it is very culpable to be facetious in obscene and smutty matters.

Generosity is nothing more seen than in a candid estimation of other men's virtues and good qualities.

Nothing of worth or weight can be achieved with half a mind, with a faint heart, and with a lame endeavor.

Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and flourishing in an immortal youth.

It is commonly said that revenge is sweet, but to a calm and considerate mind, patience and forgiveness are sweeter.

The reading of books, what is it but conversing with the wisest men of all ages and all countries.

Mathematics - the unshaken Foundation of Sciences, and the plentiful Fountain of Advantage to human affairs.

Upright simplicity is the deepest wisdom, and perverse craft the merest shallowness.

Every ear is tickled with the sweet music of applause.

He who loveth a book will never want a faithful friend, a wholesome counsellor, a cheerful companion, or an effectual comforter.

My mother always told meNo monster lived beneath my bed, But she had failed to warn meIt laid on top of it instead.

He was making up a story, and she was buying into his bullshit. That was a recipe for disaster

We need money not only for meeting our own needs, but also for fulfilling God’s plans.

I was only halfway to the record and it seemed like it took me a long time. I feel like that one will never be broken. That record will never be touched.

I mean Filth is the best British film since Trainspotting. It might even be better. I keep watching it back to back with Trainspotting to try and work out which is the best. I can't split them.

You absolutely must have the discipline not to hire until you find the right people.

We have to learn to die in every moment in order to be fully alive.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard Some do it with a bitter look Some with a flattering word The coward does it with a kiss The brave man with a sword

The first assumption of an art critic is that the artist meant to paint something else.

You find in some a sort of graceless modesty, that makes them ashamed to requite an obligation.