I doubt if there ever was a man who was not gratified by being told that he was liked by the women.

Yet it is necessary to hope, though hope should always be deluded; for hope itself is happiness, and its frustrations, however frequent, are yet less dreadsul than its extinction.

The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.

I am willing to love all of mankind, except an American.

The real satisfaction which praise can afford, is when what is repeated aloud agrees with the whispers of conscience, by showing us that we have not endeavored to deserve well in vain.

This man [Chesterfield], I thought, had been a Lord among wits; but I find he is only a wit among Lords.

Presumption will be easily corrected; but timidity is a disease of the mind more obstinate and fatal.