It is a species of coquetry to make a parade of never practising it.

Idleness is more an infirmity of the mind than of the body.

Happiness does not consist in things themselves but in the relish we have of them; and a man has attained it when he enjoys what he loves and desires himself, and not what other people think lovely and desirable.

That man, we may be sure, is a person of true worth, whom those who envy him most are yet forced to praise.

The mind is always the patsy of the heart.

In the presence of some people we inevitably depart From ourselves: we are inaccurate, we say things we do not feel, And talk nonsense. When we get home we are conscious that we Have made fools of ourselves. Never go near these people.

It is easier to appear worthy of a position one does not hold, than of the office which one fills.