Satire, like conscience, reminds us of what we often wish to forget.

Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.

A beautiful woman without fixed principles may be likened to those fair but rootless flowers which float in streams, driven by every breeze.

Those who are formed to win general admiration are seldom calculated to bestow individual happiness.

Praise is the only gift for which people are really grateful.

Conversation is the legs on which thought walks; and writing, the wings by which it flies.

To appear rich, we become poor.