Men are much more unwilling to have their weaknesses and their imperfections known than their crimes.

Physical ills are the taxes laid upon this wretched life; some are taxed higher, and some lower, but all pay something.

Our self-love is mortified, when we think our opinions, and even our tastes, customs, and dresses, either arraigned or condemned;as, on the contrary, it is tickled and flattered by approbation.

Ceremonies are the outworks of manners.

To know a little of anything gives neither satisfaction nor credit, but often brings disgrace or ridicule.

A joker is near akin to a buffoon; and neither of them is the least related to wit.

Indifference is commonly the mother of discretion.