A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.

No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.

Homer excels all the inventors of other arts in this: that he has swallowed up the honor of those who succeeded him.

Such as are still observing upon others are like those who are always abroad at other men's houses, reforming everything there while their own runs to ruin.

Amusement is the happiness of those who cannot think.

Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk, at least, before they dance.

Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; Bliss is the same in subject or in king.