Happiness does not consist in things themselves but in the relish we have of them.

We should scarcely desire things ardently if we were perfectly acquainted with what we desire.

We often are consoled by our want of reason for misfortunes that reason could not have comforted.

Affected simplicity is an elegant imposture.

There are certain people fated to be fools; they not only commit follies by choice, but are even constrained to do so by fortune.

Ideas often flash across our minds more complete than we could make them after much labor.

People always complain about their memories, never about their minds.