A fool is in himself the object of pity, until he is flattered.
A woman seldom writes her mind but in her postscript
I know of no manner of speaking so offensive as that of giving praise, and closing it with an exception.
The insupportable labor of doing nothing.
Whenever you commend, add your reasons for doing so; it is this which distinguishes the approbation of a man of sense from the flattery of sycophants and admiration of fools.
When a man is not disposed to hear music, there is not a more disagreeable sound in harmony than that of the violin.