It is charming to totter into vogue.
History is a romance that is believed; romance, a history that is not believed.
A man of sense, though born without wit, often lives to have wit. His memory treasures up ideas and reflections; he compares themwith new occurrences, and strikes out new lights from the collision. The consequence is sometimes bons mots, and sometimes apothegms.
Had I children, my utmost endeavors would be to make them musicians.
Exercise is the worst thing in the world and as bad an invention as gunpowder.
The passions seldom give good advice but to the interested and mercenary. Resentment generally suggests bad measures. Second thoughts and good nature will rarely, very rarely, approve the first hints of anger.