For I hope my Friends will pardon me, when I declare, I know none of them without a Fault; and I should be sorry if I could imagine, I had any Friend who could not see mine. Forgiveness, of this Kind, we give and demand in Turn.

Let no man be sorry he has done good, because others have done evil.

The woman and the soldier who do not defend the first pass will never defend the last.

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.

Scarcely one person in a thousand is capable of tasting the happiness of others.

Dancing begets warmth, which is the parent of wantonness. It is, Sir, the great grandfather of cuckoldom.

We endeavor to conceal our vices under the disguise of the opposite virtues.