Habit is a second nature, and what was at first pleasure, is next necessity.

Politeness, however, acts the lady's maid to our thoughts; and they are washed, dressed, curled, rouged, and perfumed, before they are presented to the public.

Conscience, like a child, is soon lulled to sleep.

And this is woman's fate: all her affections are called into life by winning flatteries, and then thrown back upon themselves to perish; and her heart, her trusting heart, filled with weak tenderness, is left to bleed or break!

Occupation is one great source of enjoyment. No man, properly occupied, was ever miserable.

Imagination is to love what gas is to the balloon-that which raises it from earth.

All profound truths startle you in the first announcement.