The whole world is put in motion by the wish for riches and the dread of poverty.
While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates. You must wait till it be digested, and then amusement will dissipate the remains of it.
Hope is itself a species of happiness.
A coxcomb is ugly all over with the effectation of a fine gentleman.
I do not care to speak ill of a man behind his back, but I believe he is an attorney.
I deny the lawfulness of telling a lie to a sick man for fear of alarming him; you have no business with consequences, you are to tell the truth.