If everyone were clothed with integrity, if every heart were just, frank, kindly, the other virtues would be well-nigh useless.
Birth means nothing where there is no virtue.
Man, I can assure you, is a nasty creature.
The public scandal is what constitutes the offence: sins sinned in secret are no sins at all.
Oh, how fine it is to know a thing or two.
In clothes as well as speech, the man of sense Will shun all these extremes that give offense, Dress unaffectedly, and, without haste, Follow the changes in the current taste.