The greatest fault of a penetrating wit is to go beyond the mark.

Time's chariot-wheels make their carriage-road in the fairest face.

We feel good and ill only in proportion to our self-love.

Considering how little the beginning or the ceasing to love is in our own power, it is foolish and unreasonable for the lover or his mistress to complain of one another's inconstancy.

The art of putting into play mediocre qualities often begets more reputation than is achieved by true merit.

There are some bad qualities which make great talents.

The only thing that should astonish us is that anything can yet astonish us.