Charles Caleb Colton (bapt. 11 December 1777 – 28 April 1832) was an English cleric, writer and collector, well known for his eccentricities.[1] (wikipedia)
Secrecy is the soul of all great designs.
Fashions smile has given wit to dullness and grace to deformity, and has brought everything into vogue, by turns, but virtue.
A wise man may be duped as well as a fool; but the fool publishes the triumph of the deceiver.
There are two modes of establishing our reputation; to be praised by honest men, and to be abused by rogues.
Where true religion has prevented one crime, false religions have afforded a pretext for a thousand.
Most of our misfortunes are more supportable than the comments of our friends upon them.
In order to try whether a vessel be leaky, we first prove it with water before we trust it with wine.
The man of pleasure, by a vain attempt to be more happy than any man can be, is often more miserable than most men are.
He [the miser] falls down and worships the god of this world, but will have neither its pomps, its vanities nor its pleasures for his trouble.
Falsehood is often rocked by truth, but she soon outgrows her cradle and discards her nurse.