We are all very ready to believe what we like.

Old men, imagining themselves under obligation to young paramours, seldom keep any thing from their knowledge.

What pleasure can those over-happy persons know, who, from their affluence and luxury, always eat before they are hungry and drink before they are thirsty?

Love is not a volunteer thing.

Platonic love is platonic nonsense.

The little words in the Republic of Letters, like the little folks in a nation, are the most useful and significant.

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.