The man of pleasure, by a vain attempt to be more happy than any man can be, is often more miserable than most men are.

Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past, even while we attempt to define it.

Mystery is not profoundness.

Pedantry prides herself on being wrong by rules; while common sense is contented to be right without them.

We cannot think too highly of our nature, nor too humbly of ourselves.

Women who are the least bashful are not unfrequently the most modest; and we are never more deceived than when we would infer any laxity of principle from that freedom of demeanor which often arises from a total ignorance of vice.

Those that are the loudest in their threats are the weakest in their actions.