While conscience is our friend, all is at peace; however once it is offended, farewell to a tranquil mind.

A woman, till five-and-thirty, is only looked upon as a raw girl, and can possibly make no noise in the world till about forty.

one would suffer a great deal to be happy.

A man that is ashamed of passions that are natural and reasonable is generally proud of those that are shameful and silly.

Gardening is certainly the next amusement to reading.

The pretty fellows you speak of, I own entertain me sometimes, but is it impossible to be diverted with what one despises? I can laugh at a puppet show, at the same time I know there is nothing in it worth my attention or regard.

Satire should, like a polished razor keen, Wound with a touch that's scarcely felt or seen.