Perfect good sense shuns all extremity, content to couple wisdom with sobriety.
Great is the fortune of he who possesses a good bottle, a good book, and a good friend.
Men often marry in hasty recklessness and repent afterward all their lives.
A husband is a plaster that cures all the ills of girlhood.
There is nothing so necessary for men as dancing.
What! Would you make no distinction between hypocrisy and devotion? Would you give them the same names, and respect the mask as you do the face? Would you equate artifice and sincerity? Confound appearance with truth? Regard the phantom as the very person? Value counterfeit as cash?