That which happens to the soil when it ceases to be cultivated by the social man happens to man himself when he foolishly forsakes society for solitude; the brambles grow up in his desert heart.

It is said that friendship between women is only a suspension of hostilities.

Very nice couplet, although there are dull stretches.

In general, indulgence for those we know is rarer than pity for those we know not.

The personal pronoun "I" should be the coat of arms of some individuals.

The most civilized people are as near to barbarism as the most polished steel is to rust. Nations, like metals, have only a superficial brilliancy.

Vices are often habits rather than passions.