Whether one talks well depends very much upon whom he has to talk to.

Something of a person's character may be observed by how they smile. Some never smile they only grin.

Fortune, like a coy mistress, loves to yield her favors, though she makes us wrest them from her.

Even when we fancy we have grown wiser, it is only, it may be, that new prejudices have displaced old ones.

A profusion of fancies and quotations is out of place in a love-letter. True feeling is always direct, and never deviates into by-ways to cull flowers of rhetoric.

Hard workers are usually honest; industry lifts them above temptation.

The cheerful live longest in years, and afterwards in our regards. Cheerfulness is the off-shoot of goodness.