Where secrecy or mystery begins, vice or roguery is not far off.

I know not anything more pleasant, or more instructive, than to compare experience with expectation, or to register from time to time the difference between idea and reality. It is by this kind of observation that we grow daily less liable to be disappointed.

With what hope can we endeavor to persuade the ladies that the time spent at the toilet is lost in vanity.

An Englishman is content to say nothing when he has nothing to say.

Guilt once harbored in the conscious breast, intimidates the brave, degrades the great.

When there is no hope, there can be no endeavor.

When men come to like a sea-life, they are not fit to live on land.