Heaven sends us misfortunes as a moral tonic.

He who fears not, is to be feared.

Religion converts despair, which destroys, into resignation, which submits.

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

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

Bores: People who talk of themselves, when you are thinking only of yourself.

Pleasure is like a cordial - a little of it is not injurious, but too much destroys.