All envy is proportionate to desire; we are uneasy at the attainments of another, according as we think our own happiness would be advanced by the addition of that which he withholds from us.

Bachelors have consciences, married men have wives.

Difficult do you call it, Sir? I wish it were impossible.

Love is only one of many passions.

Silence propagates itself, and the longer talk has been suspended, the more difficult it is to find anything to say.

There lurks, perhaps, in every human heart a desire of distinction, which inclines every man first to hope, and then to believe, that Nature has given him something peculiar to himself.

Whatever advantage we snatch beyond a certain portion allotted us by at nature, is like money spent before it is due, which, at the time of regular payment, will be missed and regretted.