Every man is of importance to himself, and, therefore, in his own opinion, to others; and, supposing the world already acquainted with his pleasures and his pains, is perhaps the first to publish injuries or misfortunes which had never been known unless related by himself, and at which those that hear them will only laugh, for no man sympathises with the sorrows of vanity.

That what cannot be repaired is not to be regretted.

The natural progress of the works of men is from rudeness to convenience, from convenience to elegance, and from elegance to nicety.

Corneille is to Shakespeare as a clipped hedge is to a forest.

Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.

Just praise is only a debt, but flattery is a present.

Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, roll darkly down the torrent of his fate.