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.

We are ruined, not by what we really want, but by what we think we do; therefore never go abroad in search of your wants; if they be real wants, they will come home in search of you; for he that buys what he does not want, will soon want what he cannot buy.

The mob is a monster, with the hands of Briareus, but the head of Polyphemus,--strong to execute, but blind to perceive.

For one man who sincerely pities our misfortunes, there are a thousand who sincerely hate our success.

There is this of good in real evils; they deliver us, while they last, from the petty despotism of all that were imaginary.

Did universal charity prevail, earth would be a heaven, and hell a fable.

Happiness ... leads none of us by the same route.