Love's greatest miracle is the curing of coquetry.

Some follies are caught, like contagious diseases.

We endeavor to make a virtue of the faults we are unwilling to correct.

Pity is a sense of our own misfortunes in those of another man; it is a sort of foresight of the disasters which may befall ourselves. We assist others,, in order that they may assist us on like occasions; so that the services we offer to the unfortunate are in reality so many anticipated kindnesses to ourselves.

Few things are impracticable in themselves; and it is for want of application, rather than of means, that men fail to succeed.

None but the contemptible are apprehensive of contempt.

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