A woman seldom writes her mind but in her postscript

Among all the diseases of the mind there is not one more epidemical or more pernicious than the love of flattery.

Pleasure, when it is a man's chief purpose, disappoints itself; and the constant application to it palls the faculty of enjoying it.

There are so few who can grow old with a good grace.

The man is mechanically turned, and made for getting. . . . It was verily prettily said that we may learn the little value of fortune by the persons on whom Heaven is pleased to bestow it.

Praise from an enemy is the most pleasing of all commendations.

The world will never be in any manner of order or tranquility until men are firmly convinced that conscience, honor and credit are all in one interest