The peacock in all his pride does not display half the colors that appear in the garments of a British lady when she is dressed.

It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are the more gentle and quiet we become towards the defects of others.

To be exempt from the passions with which others are tormented, is the only pleasing solitude.

Nothing, says Longinus, can be great, the contempt of which is great.

Courage that grows from constitution often forsakes a man when he has occasion for it; courage which arises from a sense of duty acts; in a uniform manner.

I have often thought, says Sir Roger, it happens very well that Christmas should fall out in the middle of Winter.

The man who lives by hope, will die by hunger.