We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favors.

When we take a slight survey of the surface of our globe a thousand objects offer themselves which, though long known, yet still demand our curiosity.

Paltry affectation, strained allusions, and disgusting finery are easily attained by those who choose to wear them; they are but too frequently the badges of ignorance or of stupidity, whenever it would endeavor to please.

I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing.

Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.

The company of fools may first make us smile, but in the end we always feel melancholy.

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