Women are proverbially credulous.

Certain trifling flaws sit as disgracefully on a character of elegance as a ragged button on a court dress.

Thinkers are as scarce as gold.

Desire is the uneasiness a man finds in himself upon the absence of anything whose present enjoyment carries the idea of delight with it.

Conscience is the sentinel of virtue.

He knows not how to speak who cannot be silent; still less how to act with vigour and decision. - Who hastens to the end is silent: loudness is impotence.

The more any one speaks of himself, the less he likes to hear another talked of.