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.

That he delights in the misery of others no man will confess, and yet what other motive can make a father cruel?

The greatest sweetener of human life is friendship.

Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves.

Love is a second life.

The greatest parts, without discretion as observed by an elegant writer, may be fatal to their owner; as Polyphemus, deprived of his eyes, was only the more exposed on account of his enormous strength and stature.

Life is not long enough for a coquette to play all her tricks in.