Deviation from Nature is deviation from happiness.

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.

Few moments are more pleasing than those in which the mind is concerting measures for a new undertaking.

When a man marries a widow his jealousies revert to the past: no man is as good as his wife says her first husband was

Wickedness is always easier than virtue; for it takes the short cut to everything.

Suspicion is very often a useless pain.

It seems to be remarkable that death increases our veneration for the good, and extenuates our hatred for the bad.