Vices are often habits rather than passions.

The mischief of children is seldom actuated by malice; that of grown-up people always is.

If poverty makes man groan, he yawns in opulence. When fortune exempts us from labor, nature overwhelms us with time.

Brave men do not boast nor bluster. Deeds, not words, speak for such.

The cunning tempter, by avoiding the grossness of vice, often silences objections.

The subtle sauce of malice is often indulged in by maidens of uncertain age, over their tea.

It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.