Mutual Cowardice Keeps Us In Peace.

Time Is, Of All Modes Of Existence, Most Obsequious To The Imagination.

Man Is A Transitory Being, And His Designs Must Partake Of The Imperfections Their Author.

If He Does Really Think That There Is No Distinction Between Virtue And Vice, Why, Sir, When He Leaves Our Houses Let Us Count Our Spoons.

There Is Always Something A Woman Will Prefer To The Truth.

Censure Is Willingly Indulged, Because It Always Implies Some Superiority: Men Please Themselves With Imagining That They Have Made A Deeper Search, Or Wider Survey Than Others, And Detected Faults And Follies Which Escape Vulgar Observation.