There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?
What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman.
The reading or non-reading a book will never keep down a single petticoat.
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
A feast not profuse but elegant; more of salt [refinement] than of expense.
Be hypocritical, be cautious, be not what you seem but always what you see.