I hate a man who swallows it [his food], affecting not to know what he is eating. I suspect his taste in higher matters.

I could never hate anyone I knew

Man, while he loves, is never quite depraved

I remember an hypothesis argued upon by the young students, when I was at St. Omer's, and maintained with much learning and pleasantry on both sides, 'Whether supposing that the flavour of a big who obtained his death by whipping (per flagellationem extremem) superadded a pleasure upon the palate of a man more intense than any possible suffering we can conceive in the animal, is man justified in using that method of putting an animal to death?' I forget the decision.

Credulity is the man's weakness, but the child's strength.

New Year's Day is every man's birthday.