Never sleeping, still awake, Pleasing most when most I speak; The delight of old and young, Though I speak without a tongue. Nought but one thing can confound me, Many voices joining round me, Then I fret, and rave, and gabble, Like the labourers of Babel.

For the rest, whatever we have got has been by infinite labor, and search, and ranging through every corner of nature; the difference is that instead of dirt and poison, we have rather chosen to fill our hives with honey and wax, thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light.

I'm as old as my tongue and a little older than my teeth

Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others.

As love without esteem is capricious and volatile; esteem without love is languid and cold.

No man was ever so completely skilled in the conduct of life, as not to receive new information from age and experience.