Flattery is often a traffic of mutual meanness, where although both parties intend deception, neither are deceived.

Love is an alliance of friendship and animalism; if the former predominates it is passion exalted and refined; if the latter, gross and sensual.

We may lay in a stock of pleasures, as we would lay in a stock of wine, but if defer tasting them too long, we shall find that both are soured by age.

Tomorrow! It is a period nowhere to be found in all the registers of time, unless, perchance, in the fool's calendar.

Bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret.

Genius in one grand particular is like life. We know nothing of either but by their effects.

Mystery magnifies danger as the fog the sun.