There are some errors so sweet that we repent them only to bring them to memory.

Loud indignation against vice often stands for virtue in the eyes of bigots.

It requires less character to discover the faults of others, than to tolerate them.

It is not what we have but what we enjoy that constitutes our abundance.

That prudery which survives youth and beauty resembles a scarecrow left in the fields after harvest.

Pleasure and satiety live next door to each other.

Our virtues live upon our incomes; our vices consume our capital.