Time has nothing to do with the matter.

Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money.

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.

How easily a fathers tenderness is recalled, and how quickly a son's offenses vanish at the slightest word of repentance!

One ought to look a good deal at oneself before thinking of condemning others.

Assassination's the fastest way.

Hypocrisy is a fashionable vice, and all fashionable vices pass for virtue.