Things often offer themselves to our mind in a more finished form in the very first thought, than we might have made them by muchart and study.

There are follies as catching as contagious disorders.

Prudence and love are inconsistent; in proportion as the last increases, the other decreases.

Moderation is an ostentatious proof of our strength of character.

There are two sorts of constancy in love one arises from continually discovering in the loved person new subjects for love, the other arises from our making a merit of being constant.

We own up to minor failings, but only so as to convince others that we have no major ones.

It is sometimes necessary to play the fool to avoid being deceived by cunning men.