Malice is poisoned by her own venom.

The policy of adapting one's self to circumstances makes all ways smooth.

Neatness begets order; but from order to taste there is the same difference as from taste to genius, or from love to friendship.

Take here the grand secret; if not of pleasing all, yet of displeasing none, and court mediocrity, avoid originality, and sacrifice to fashion.

Those who speak always and those who never speak are equally unfit for friendship. A food proportion of the talent of listening and speaking is the base of social virtues.

Man without religion is a diseased creature, who would persuade himself he is well and needs not a physician; but woman without religion is raging and monstrous.

He can feel no little wants who is in pursuit of grandeur.