How these curiosities would be quite forgott, did not such idle fellowes as I am putt them downe. - John Aubrey

His insatiable passion for singular odds and ends had a meaning in it; he was groping towards a scientific ordering of phenomena; but the twilight of his age was too confusing, and he could rarely distinguish between a fact and a fantasy.

He pronounced the letter R (littera canina) very hard – a certaine signe of a Satyricall Witt.

His father was a Butcher, and I have been told heretofore by some of the neighbours, that when he was a boy he exercised his father's Trade, but when he kill'd a Calfe he would doe it in high style, and make a Speech.