Venus, a beautiful, good-natured lady, was the goddess of love; Juno, a terrible shrew, the goddess of marriage: and they were always mortal enemies.

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.

You cannot reason a person out of something they were not reasoned into.

One principal object of good-breeding is to suit our behaviour to the three several degrees of men, our superiors, our equals, and those below us.

So endless and exorbitant are the desires of men that they will grasp at all, and can form no scheme of perfect happiness with less.

There seems to be no part of knowledge in fewer hands than that of discerning when to have done.

All panegyrics are mingled with an infusion of poppy.