There is a pride, a self-love, in human minds that will seldom be kept so low as to make men and women humbler than they ought to be.

We can all be good when we have no temptation or provocation to the contrary.

Those who can least bear a jest upon themselves, will be most diverted with one passed on others.

The pleasures of the mighty are obtained by the tears of the poor.

A widow's refusal of a lover is seldom so explicit as to exclude hope.

Handsome husbands often make a wife's heart ache.

Of what violences, murders, depredations, have not the epic poets, from all antiquity, been the occasion, by propagating false honor, false glory, and false religion?