It is to live twice when we can enjoy the recollections of our former life.
Some are good, some are middling, the most are bad.
It is folly to waste labour about trifles.
Rarity gives a charm; so early fruits and winter roses are the most prized; and coyness sets off an extravagant mistress, while the door always open tempts no suitor.
I have not hated the man, but his faults.
There is nothing more revolting than an old busybody.