There si nothing upon the face of the earth so insipid as a medium. Give me love or hate! A friend that will go to jail for me, or an enemy that will run me through the body!
I cannot sleep - great joy is as restless as sorrow.
The mind is but too naturally prone to pleasure, but too easily yielded to dissipation
Never shall I recollect the occasion he gave me of displeasure, without feeling it renewed.
How little has situation to do with happiness.
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.