It is the heart which inspires eloquence.
Our minds are like our stomaches; they are whetted by the change of their food, and variety supplies both with fresh appetite.
Where evil habits are once settled, they are more easily broken than mended.
The pretended admission of a fault on our part creates an excellent impression.
Vain hopes are like certain dreams of those who wake.
It seldom happens that a premature shoot of genius ever arrives at maturity.