Wit is the lightning of the mind, reason the sunshine, and reflection the moonlight.

When we bring back with us the objects most dear, and find those we left unchanged, we are tempted to doubt the lapse of time; but one link in the chain of affection broken, and every thing seems altered.

To amend mankind, moralists should show them man, not as he is, but as he ought to be.

Society seldom forgives those who have discovered the emptiness of its pleasures, and who can live independent of it and them.

He who fears not, is to be feared.

Talent, like beauty, to be pardoned, must be obscure and unostentatious.

We never respect those who amuse us, however we may smile at their comic powers