Were a man's sorrows and disquietudes summed up at the end of his life, it would generally be found that he had suffered more from the apprehension of such evils as never happened to him than from those evils which had really befallen him.

Talking with a friend is nothing else but thinking aloud.

No man writes a book without meaning something, though he may not have the faculty of writing consequentially and expressing his meaning.

The Mind that lies fallow but a single Day, sprouts up in Follies that are only to be killed by a constant and assiduous Culture.

It is certain that there is no other passion which does produce such contrary effects in so great a degree. But this may be said for love, that if you strike it out of the soul, life would be insipid, and our being but half animated.

As Vivacity is the Gift of Women, Gravity is that of Men.

They were a people so primitive they did not know how to get money, except by working for it.