As nice as we are in love, we forgive more faults in that than in friendship.

Ridicule, which chiefly arises from pride, a selfish passion, is but at best a gross pleasure, too rough an entertainment for those who are highly polished and refined.

Parsimony is enough to make the master of the golden mines as poor as he that has nothing; for a man may be brought to a morsel of bread by parsimony as well as profusion.

Violent passions are formed in solitude. In the busy world no object has time to make a deep impression.

Every man, however little, makes a figure in his own eyes.

Logic is the art of thinking well: the mind, like the body, requires to be trained before it can use its powers in the most advantageous way.

Such is the power of imagination, that even a chimerical pleasure in expectation affects us more than a solid pleasure in possession.