Extreme Boredom Provides Its Own Antidote.

The Hate Of Favourites Is Only A Love Of Favour. The Envy Of Not Possessing It, Consoles And Softens Its Regrets By The Contempt It Evinces For Those Who Possess It, And We Refuse Them Our Homage, Not Being Able To Detract From Them What Attracts That Of The Rest Of The World.

Quarrels Would Not Last Long If The Fault Was Only On One Side.

The Grace Of Novelty And The Length Of Habit, Though So Very Opposite To One Another, Yet Agree In This, That They Both Alike Keepus From Discovering The Faults Of Our Friends.

A Man Does Not Please Long When He Has Only Species Of Wit.

There Are Few Women Whose Charm Survives Their Beauty.