No man hates him at whom he can laugh.

Profuseness is a cruel and crafty demon, that gradually involves her followers in dependence and debt; that is, fetters them with irons that enter into their souls.

There is no wisdom in useless and hopeless sorrow, but there is something in it so like virtue, that he who is wholly without it cannot be loved.

None are happy but by anticipation of change.

As I know more of mankind I expect less of them, and am ready now to call a man a good man upon easier terms than I was formerly.

The seeds of knowledge may be planted in solitude, but must be cultivated in public.

Every state of society is as luxurious as it can be. Men always take the best they can get.