Apologies are seldom of any use.

Once a coxcomb, always a coxcomb.

Human life is everywhere a state in which much is to be endured, and little to be enjoyed.

If misery be the effect of virtue, it ought to be reverenced; if of ill-fortune, to be pitied; and if of vice, not to be insulted, because it is perhaps itself a punishment adequate to the crime by which it was produced.

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

No degree of knowledge attainable by man is able to set him above the want of hourly assistance.

There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern.