A coxcomb is one whom simpletons believe to be a man of merit.

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

The pleasure a man of honor enjoys in the consciousness of having performed his duty is a reward he pays himself for all his pains.

The events we most desire do not happen; or, if they do, it is neither in the time nor in the circumstances when they would have given us extreme pleasure.

The wise person often shuns society for fear of being bored.

It is the glory and merit of some men to write well and of others not to write at all.

There are only two ways by which to rise in this world, either by one's own industry or by the stupidity of others.