There is one way by which a strolling player may be ever secure of success; that is, in our theatrical way of expressing it, to make a great deal of the character. To speak and act as in common life is not playing, nor is it what people come to see; natural speaking, like sweet wine, runs glibly over the palate and scarcely leaves any taste behind it; but being high in a part resembles vinegar, which grates upon the taste, and one feels it while he is drinking.

Friendship is made up of esteem and pleasure; pity is composed of sorrow and contempt: the mind may for some time fluctuate between them, but it can never entertain both at once.

You will always find that those are most apt to boast of national merit, who have little or not merit of their own to depend on . . .

The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.

If one wishes to become rich they must appear rich.

All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.

Honour sinks where commerce long prevails.