Your flattery is as full of contempt as your insults were.

I would like to be a figment of my own imagination, but belly and bowels will not permit.

Good manners can render even virtue tolerable.

Nothing is more cheerful than talking about our friends' shortcomings.

My mother's mild-eyed sadness looks at me from the eyes of those I love.

Fastidious taste makes enjoyment a struggle.

Sloth, not ill-will, makes me unjust.