Wit in women is a jewel, which, unlike all others, borrows lustre from its setting, rather than bestows it; since nothing is so easy as to fancy a very beautiful woman extremely witty.

There are some men who are fortune's favorites, and who, like cats, light forever on their legs.

We should not be too niggardly in our praise, for men will do more to support a character than to raise one.

The young fancy that their follies are mistaken by the old for happiness. The old fancy that their gravity is mistaken by the young for wisdom.

There are male as well as female gossips.

To look back to antiquity is one thing, to go back to it is another.

All poets pretend to write for immortality, but the whole tribe have no objection to present pay and present praise.