Here Fashion is a despot, and no one dreams of evading its dictates.

Calumny is the offspring of Envy.

It is a sad thing to look at happiness only through another's eyes.

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

Wit lives in the present, but genius survives the future.

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

alas! there is no casting anchor in the stream of time!