May I always have a heart superior, with economy suitable, to my fortune.

I hate a style, as I do a garden, that is wholly flat and regular; that slides along like an eel, and never rises to what one can call an inequality.

Those who are incapable of shining out by dress would do well to consider that the contrast between them and their clothes turns out much to their disadvantage.

Every good poet includes a critic, but the reverse is not true.

The regard one shows economy, is like that we show an old aunt who is to leave us something at last.

The making presents to a lady one addresses is like throwing armor into an enemy's camp, with a resolution to recover it.

Laws are generally found to be nets of such a texture, as the little creep through, the great break through, and the middle-sized are alone entangled in it.