Pleasure is to women what the sun is to the flower; if moderately enjoyed, it beautifies, it refreshes, and it improves; if immoderately, it withers, deteriorates and destroys.

The seeds of repentance are sown in youth by pleasure, but the harvest is reaped in age by pain.

Doubt is the vestibule of faith.

None are so fond of secrets as those who do not mean to keep them.

There are prating coxcombs in the world who would rather talk than listen, although Shakespeare himself were the orator, and human nature the theme!

He that sympathizes in all the happiness of others, perhaps himself enjoys the safest happiness.

When we are in the company of sensible men, we ought to be doubly cautious of talking too much, lest we lose two good things, their good opinion and our own improvement; for what we have to say we know, but what they have to say we know not.