Misery and shame are nearly allied.

In his comic scenes, Shakespeare seems to produce, without labor, what no labor can improve.

Friendship, like love, is destroyed by long absence, though it may be increased by short intermissions. What we have missed long enough to want it, we value more when it is regained; but that which has been lost till it is forgotten will be found at last with little gladness, and with still less if a substitute has supplied the place.

If he does really think that there is no distinction between virtue and vice, why, sir, when he leaves our houses let us count our spoons.

Domestic discord is not inevitably and fatally necessary; but yet it is not easy to avoid.

As all error is meanness, it is incumbent on every man who consults his own dignity, to retract it as soon as he discovers it.

No mind is much employed upon the present; recollection and anticipation fill up almost all our moments.