Our armies swore terrible in Flanders.

"He shall not die, by God," cried by uncle Toby. The Accusing Spirit which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in: and the Recording Angel as he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever.

I am persuaded that every time a man smiles - but much more so when he laughs - it adds something to this fragment of life.

In solitude the mind gains strength and learns to lean upon itself.

Nothing is so perfectly amusing as a total change of ideas.

Sciences may be learned by rote, but wisdom not.