Selfishness, not love, is the actuating motive of the gallant.

It would have cost me more trouble to escape from injustice, than it does to submit to it.

I was not always free from melancholy; but even melancholy had its charms.

Selfishness, not love, is the actuating motive of the gallant.

The feeble tremble before opinion, the foolish defy it, the wise judge it, the skillful direct it.

People who know how to employ themselves, always find leisure moments, while those who do nothing are forever in a hurry.

A fondness for satire indicates a mind pleased with irritating others; for myself, I never could find amusement in killing flies.