We are so fond on one another because our ailments are the same.
Good manners is the art of making those people easy with whom we converse. Whoever makes the fewest people uneasy is the best bred in the room.
Possession, they say, is eleven points of the law.
They say fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives.
I never wonder to see men wicked, but I often wonder to see them not ashamed.
For, if we take an examination of what is generally understood by happiness, as it has respect either to the understanding or the senses, we shall find all its properties and adjuncts will herd under this short definition: that it is a perpetual possession of being well deceived.