When does the mind put forth its powers? when are the stores of memory unlocked? when does wit 'flash from fluent lips?' -- when but after a good dinner? Who will deny its influence on the affections? Half our friends are born of turbots and truffles.

Social life is filled with doubts and vain aspirings; solitude, when the imagination is dethroned, is turned to weariness and ennui.

Society is like a large piece of frozen water; and skating well is the great art of social life.

It merely shews, after all, that affection is a habit.

who has not experienced, at some time or other, that words had all the relief of tears?

Confidence is its own security.

marriage is like money - seem to want it, and you never get it.