A Small Unkindness Is A Great Offence.

Pleasure Is By Much The Most Laborious Trade I Know, Especially For Those Who Have Not A Vocation To It.

The World Does Not Require So Much To Be Informed As To Be Reminded.

Absence In Love Is Like Water Upon Fire; A Little Quickens, But Much Extinguishes It.

Where Bright Imagination Reigns, The Fine-wrought Spirit Feels Acuter Pains.

There Is Scarcely Any Fault In Another Which Offends Us More Than Vanity, Though Perhaps There Is None That Really Injures Us So Little.