Men argue, nature acts.

An association of men who will not quarrel with one another is a thing which has never yet existed, from the greatest confederacy of nations down to a town meeting or a vestry.

There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.

When two quarrel, both are in the wrong.

Soft words win hard hearts.

A man lives by believing something: not by debating and arguing about many things.

I dislike arguments of any kind. They are always vulgar, and often convincing.

Weakness on both sides is, the motto of all quarrels.

If you argue with a woman and win, you lose.

I tell you Wellington is a bad general, the English are bad soldiers; we will settle this matter by lunch time.