Concealment is the foe of tranquility.
to be sure, marriage is all in all with the ladies; but with us gentlemen it's quite another thing!
. . . men seldom risk their lives where an escape is without hope of recompense.
There's no nation under the sun can beat the English for ill-politeness: for my part, I hate the very sight of them; and so I shall only just visit a person of quality or two of my particular acquaintance, and then I shall go back again to France.
Credulity is the sister of innocence.
Travelling is the ruin of all happiness. There's no looking at a building here after seeing Italy.