As it is the mark of great minds to say many things in a few words, so it is that of little minds to use many words to say nothing.

One forgives to the degree that one loves.

Some men are like ballads, that are in everyone's mouth a little while.

The desire of appearing clever often prevents our becoming so.

Whatever pretended causes we may blame our afflictions upon, it is often nothing but self-interest and vanity that produce them.

There are fine things that are more brilliant when they are unfinished than when finished too much.

The caprice of our temper is even more whimsical than that of Fortune.