One may know a man that never conversed in the world, by his excess of good-breeding.
Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man.
Love is a second life.
The jealous man's disease is of so malignant a nature, that it converts all it takes into its own nourishment.
As addictions go, reading is among the cleanest, easiest to feed, happiest.
Young men soon give, and soon forget, affronts; old age is slow in both.