Wise wretch! with pleasures too refined to please, With too much spirit to be e'er at ease, With too much quickness ever to be taught, With too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie; for an excuse is a lie guarded.
These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!
A mighty maze! But not without a plan.
True self-love and social are the same.
True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can.