Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company.

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.

That famish'd people must be slowly nurst, and fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.

For all we know that English people are/ Fed upon beef - I won't say much of beer/ Because 'tis liquor only, and being far/ From this my subject, has no business here;/ We know too, they are very fond of war,/ A pleasure - like all pleasures - rather dear;/ So were the Cretans - from which I infer/ That beef and battle both were owing her

Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.

A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.