LOVE: A word properly applied to our delight in particular kinds of food; sometimes metaphorically spoken of the favorite objects of all our appetites.

The exceptions of the scrupulous put one in mind of some general pardons where everything is forgiven except crimes.

Great vices are the proper objects of our detestation, smaller faults of our pity, but affectation appears to be the only true source of the ridiculous.

Never trust the man who has reason to suspect that you know he hath injured you.

Wine is a turncoat; first a friend and then an enemy.

A rich man without charity is a rogue; and perhaps it would be no difficult matter to prove that he is also a fool.

When the effects of female jealousy do not appear openly in their proper colours of rage and fury, we may suspect that mischievous passion to be at work privately, and attempting to undermine, what it doth not attack above-ground.