A French woman is a perfect architect in dress: she never, with Gothic ignorance, mixes the orders; she never tricks out a snobby Doric shape with Corinthian finery; or, to speak without metaphor, she conforms to general fashion only when it happens not to be repugnant to private beauty.

Even children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.

The work of eradicating crimes is not by making punishment familiar, but formidable.

And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, that one small head could carry all he knew.

An emperor in his nightcap will not meet with half the respect of an emperor with a crown.

Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies.

Novels teach the youthful mind to sigh after happiness that never existed.