We Seldom Find Any Person Of Good

We Are Never So Ridiculous Through What We Are As Through What We Pretend To Be.

A Man Cannot Please Long Who Has Only One Kind Of Wit.

Pity Is Often A Reflection Of Our Own Evils In The Ills Of Others. It Is A Delicate Foresight Of The Troubles Into Which We May Fall.

The Virtues And Vices Are All Put In Motion By Interest.

The Common Foible Of Women Who Have Been Handsome Is To Forget That They Are No Longer So.