My heavens! I've been talking prose for the last forty years without knowing it.

I want to be distinguished from the rest; to tell the truth, a friend to all mankind is not a friend for me.

The art of flatterers is to take advantage of the foibles of the great, to foster their errors, and never to give advice which may annoy.

I have a heart to love all the world; and like Alexander I wish there were yet other worlds, so I could carry even further my amorous conquests.

The envious will die, but envy never.

The more we love our friends, the less we flatter them; it is by excusing nothing that pure love shows itself.

Don't appear so scholarly, pray. Humanize your talk, and speak to be understood.