What I spent I lost; what I possessed is left to others; what I gave away remains with me.

Wine displays every little spot of the soul in its utmost deformity.

The lives of great men cannot be writ with any tolerable degree of elegance or exactness within a short time after their decease.

Our friends don't see our faults, or conceal them, or soften them.

That courage which arises from the sense of our duty, and from the fear of offending Him that made us, acts always in a uniform manner, and according to the dictates of right reason.

The pride of woman, natural to her, never sleeps until modesty is gone.

I believe that everyone, some time or other, dreams that he is reading papers, books, or letters; in which case the invention prompts so readily that the mind is imposed upon, and mistakes its own suggestions for the composition of another.