I cannot sleep - great joy is as restless as sorrow.

I am tired to death! tired of every thing! I would give the universe for a disposition less difficult to please. Yet, after all, what is there to give pleasure? When one has seen one thing, one has seen every thing.

Nothing is so delicate as the reputation of a woman; it is at once the most beautiful and most brittle of all human things.

No man is in love when he marries. He may have loved before; I have even heard he has sometimes loved after: but at the time never. There is something in the formalities of the matrimonial preparations that drive away all the little cupidons.

To a heart formed for friendship and affection the charms of solitude are very short-lived.

I cannot be much pleased without an appearance of truth; at least of possibility I wish the history to be natural though the sentiments are refined; and the characters to be probable, though their behaviour is excelling

while we all desire to live long, we have all a horror of being old!