Such a great misfortune, not to be able to be alone.

Rarely do they appear great before their valets.

At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone.

The pleasure we feel in criticizing robs us from being moved by very beautiful things.

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.

A heap of epithets is poor praise: the praise lies in the facts, and in the way of telling them.

The flatterer does not think highly enough of himself or of others.