Solitude begets whimsies.

Tis the established custom [in Vienna] for every lady to have two husbands, one that bears the name, and another that performs the duties.

And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last.

Life is too short for a long story

To always be loved one must ever be agreeable.

I have never, in all my various travels, seen but two sorts of people I mean men and women, who always have been, and ever will be, the same. The same vices and the same follies have been the fruit of all ages, though sometimes under different names.

I have never had any great esteem for the generality of the fair sex, and my only consolation for being of that gender has been the assurance it gave me of never being married to any one among them.