Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss.
Whate'er the talents, or howe'er designed, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind.
Some people are commended for a giddy kind of good-humor, which is as much a virtue as drunkenness.
Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.
Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.
How vast a memory has Love!