Unhappy is that Grandeur which makes us too great to be good; and that Wit which sets us at a distance from true Wisdom.

The Soul debases her self, when she sets her affections on any thing but her creator.

That which has not a real excellency and value in it self, entertains no longer than the giddy Humour which recommended it to us holds.

Ignorance and a narrow education lay the foundation of vice, and imitation and custom rear it up.

If none were to Marry, but Men of strict Vertue and Honour, I doubt the World would be but thinly peopled.

For my part I think the Learned, and Unlearned Blockhead pretty equal; for 'tis all one to me, whether a Man talk Nonsense, or unintelligible Sense, I am diverted and edified alike by either; the one enjoys himself less, but suffers his Friends to do it more; the other enjoys himself and his own Humour enough, but will let no body else do it in his Company.

If all men are born free, why is it that all women are born slaves?