Every man's nature is a sufficient advertisement to him of the character of his fellows.
I am become a transparent eyeball.
Good manners are made up of petty sacrifices.
Man is the will, and woman the sentiment. In this ship of humanity, Will is the rudder, and Sentiment the sail; when woman affects to steer, the rudder is only a masked sail.
Harmony of aim, not identity of conclusion, is the secret of sympathetic life.
The cold, inconsiderate of persons, tingles your blood, benumbs your feet, freezes a man like an apple.