The quarter of an hour before dinner is the worst that suitors can choose.

Many have been ruined by their fortunes, and many have escaped ruin by the want of fortune. To obtain it the great have become little, and the little great.

Though fancy may be the patient's complaint, necessity is often the doctor's.

Troops of furies march in the drunkard's triumph.

Indolent people, whatever taste they may have for society, seek eagerly for pleasure, and find nothing. They have an empty head and seared hearts.

Liberal of cruelty are those who pamper with promises; promisers destroy while they deceive, and the hope they raise is dearly purchased by the dependence that is sequent to disappointment.

That happy state of mind, so rarely possessed, in which we can say, "I have enough," is the highest attainment of philosophy.