Wit catches of wit, as fire of fire.
Habit is the cement of society, the comfort of life, and, alas! The root of error.
No man was ever so much deceived by another as by himself.
Politics is the food of sense exposed to the hunger of folly.
Some women destroy all your sensibility towards them by their coldness, others by their heat.
No fruit has a more precise marked period of maturity, than love; if neglected to be gathered at that time, it will certainly fall to the ground and die away.