True wit, to every man, is that which falls on another.

When a woman hath ceased to be quite the same to us, it matters little how different she becomes.

Cruelty is the highest pleasure to the cruel man; it is his love.

Modesty and diffidence make a man unfit for public affairs; they also make him unfit for brothels.

We may receive so much light as not to see, and so much philosophy as to be worse than foolish.

Study is the bane of childhood, the oil of youth, the indulgence of adulthood, and a restorative in old age.

Heat and animosity, contest and conflict, may sharpen the wits, although they rarely do; they never strengthen the understanding, clear the perspicacity, guide the judgment, or improve the heart.