One faithful Friend is enough for a man's self, 'tis much to meet with such an one, yet we can't have too many for the sake of others.

Men blush less for their crimes than for their weaknesses and vanity.

Friendship * * * is a long time in forming, it is of slow growth, through many trials and months of familiarity.

Life is a kind of sleep: old men sleep longest, nor begin to wake but when they are to die.

There is a false modesty, which is vanity; a false glory, which is levity; a false grandeur, which is meanness; a false virtue, which is hypocrisy, and a false wisdom, which is prudery.

A blockhead cannot come in, nor go away, nor sit, nor rise, nor stand, like a man of sense.

When a secret is revealed, it is the fault of the man who confided it.