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

It is curious how inseparable eating and kindness are with some people.

Our first love-letter ... There is so much to be said, and which no words seems exactly to say - the dread of saying too much is so nicely balanced by the fear of saying too little. Hope borders on presumption, and fear on reproach.

In sad truth, half our forebodings of our neighbors are but our own wishes, which we are ashamed to utter in any other form.

to the many, witticisms not only require to be explained, like riddles, but are also like new shoes, which people require to wear many times before they get accustomed to them.

To this hour, the great science and duty of politics is lowered by the petty leaven of small and personal advantage.

Affection exaggerates its own offenses.