Men are capable of making great sacrifices, who are not willing to make the lesser ones, on which so much of the happiness of life depends. The great sacrifices are seldom called for, but the minor ones are in daily requisition; and the making them with cheerfulness and grace enhances their value.

Only vain people wage war against the vanity of others.

Love and enthusiasm are always ridiculous, when not reciprocated by their objects.

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

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

Memory seldom fails when its office is to show us the tombs of our buried hopes.

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