Tomorrow is an old deceiver, and his cheat never grows stale.

Whoever shall review his life, will find that the whole tenor of his conduct has been determined by some accident of no apparent moment.

Men seldom give pleasure when they are not pleased themselves.

...it will not always happen that the success of a poet is proportionate to his labor.

Many need no other provocation to enmity than that they find themselves excelled.

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.

Once a coxcomb, always a coxcomb.