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

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.

Your glass will not do you half so much service as a serious reflection on your own minds.

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

Women are from their very infancy debarred those advantages with the want of which they are aftewards reproached, and nursed up in those vices which will hereafter be upbraided to them. So partial are men as to expect bricks when they afford no straw.

For certainly there cannot be a higher pleasure than to think that we love and are beloved by the most amiable and best Being.

To all the rest of his Absurdities, (for vice is always unreasonable,) he adds one more, who expects that Vertue from another which he won't practise himself.