Being married to those sleepy-souled women is just like playing at cards for nothing: no passion is excited and the time is filled up. I do not, however, envy a fellow one of those honeysuckle wives for my part, as they are but creepers at best and commonly destroy the tree they so tenderly cling about.

Among the calamities of war may be numbered the diminution of the love of truth, by the falsehoods which interest dictates, and credulity encourages.

Man's chief merit consists in resisting the impulses of his nature.

Contempt is a kind of gangrene which, if it seizes one part of a character, corrupts all the rest by degrees.

Politeness is fictitious benevolence.

He that will enjoy the brightness of sunshine, must quit the coolness of the shade.

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