Variety Is The Soul Of Pleasure.

Here Lies A Proof That Wit Can Never Be Defence Enough Against Mortality

Love Ceases To Be A Pleasure, When It Ceases To Be A Secret.

Nothing Is More Capable Of Troubling Our Reason, And Consuming Our Health, Than Secret Notions Of Jealousy In Solitude.

Women In London Are Like The Rich Silks; They Are Out Of Fashion A Great While Before They Wear Out.

I Value Fame As Much As If I Had Been Born A Hero.