He that has sense knows that learning is not knowledge, but rather the art of using it.

It is a very melancholy reflection that men are usually so weak that it is absolutely necessary for them to know sorrow and pain to be in their right senses.

The world is grown so full of dissimulation and compliment, that men's words are hardly any signification of their thoughts.

Whether a pretty woman grants or withholds her favors, she always likes to be asked for them.

A Daughter: The companion, the friend, and the confidant of her mother, and the object of a pleasure something like the love between the angels to her father.

Of all the affections which attend human life, the love of glory is the most ardent.

That man never grows old who keeps a child in his heart