Pleasure limps for him. who enjoys it alone.
Do not crowd the understanding; it can comprehend so much and no more. A pint pot will not contain the measure of a quart.
Conscience whispers, but interest screams aloud.
We tire of those pleasures we take, but never of those we give.
It is not what we have but what we enjoy that constitutes our abundance.
Public opinion is a courtesan, whom we seek to please without respecting.