To forget someone means to think of him.

A simple garb is the proper costume of the vulgar; it is cut for them, and exactly suits their measure, but it is an ornament for those who have filled up their lives with great deeds. I liken them to beauty in dishabille, but more bewitching on that account.

We never deceive for a good purpose: knavery adds malice to falsehood.

A man starts upon a sudden, takes Pen, Ink, and Paper, and without ever having had a thought of it before, resolves within himself he will write a Book; he has no Talent at Writing, but he wants fifty Guineas.

Rarely do they appear great before their valets.

Man makes up his mind he will preach, and he preaches.

Caprice in woman is the antidote to beauty.