Love, a pleasant folly; ambition, a serious stupidity.
Love is more pleasant than marriage for the same reason that novels are more amusing than history.
All passions exaggerate; and they are passions only because they do exaggerate.
The most wasted day of all is that on which we have not laughed.
Vain is equivalent to empty; thus vanity is so miserable a thing, that one cannot give it a worse name than its own. It proclaims itself for what it is.
Were a man to consult only his reason, who would marry? For myself, I wouldn't marry, for fear of having a son who resembled me.