Brandy and water spoils two good things.

I could never hate anyone I knew.

Presents, I often say, endear absents.

Nothing to me is more distasteful than that entire complacency and satisfaction which beam in the countenances of a new married couple; in that of the lady particularly; it tells you that her lot is disposed of in this world; that you can have no hopes for her.

We gain nothing by being with such as ourselves. We encourage one another in mediocrity. I am always longing to be with men more excellent than myself.

Were I Diogenes, I would not move out of a kilderkin into a hogshead, though the first had had nothing but small beer in it, and the second reeked claret.

A garden was the primitive prison, till man with Promethean felicity and boldness, luckily sinned himself out of it.