Boston State House is the hub of the Solar System. You couldn't pry that out of a Boston man if you had the tire of all creation straightened out for a crowbar.

He was a fiddler, and consequently a rogue.

"I have to convince you, or at least snow you ..."

Have a place for everything and keep the thing somewhere else; this is not advice, it is merely custom.

Treat your friend as if he might become an enemy.

Nothing is so firmly believed as that which we least know.