Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.

I can't say whether we had more wit among us now than usual, but I am certain we had more laughing, which answered the end as well.

Prudery is ignorance.

If the soul be happily disposed, every thing becomes capable of affording entertainment, and distress will almost want a name.

Both wit and understanding are trifles without integrity.

Taste is the power of relishing or rejecting whatever is offered for the entertainment of the imagination.

The heart of every man lies open to the shafts of correction if the archer can take proper aim.