No man likes to live under the eye of perpetual disapprobation.

Excellence in any department can be attained only by the labor of a lifetime; it is not to be purchased at a lesser price.

Such is the common process of marriage. A youth and maiden exchange meeting by chance, or brought together by artifice, exchange glances, reciprocate civilities, go home, and dream of one another. Having little to divert attention, or diversify thought, they find themselves uneasy when they are apart, and therefore conclude that they shall be happy together. They marry, and discover what nothing but voluntary blindness had before concealed; they wear out life in altercations, and charge nature with cruelty.

There will always be a part, and always a very large part of every community, that have no care but for themselves, and whose care for themselves reaches little further than impatience of immediate pain, and eagerness for the nearest good.

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

He who would have fine guests, let him have a fine wife.

The vicious count their years; virtuous, their acts.