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

Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to Heaven.

Tyrants never perish from tyranny, but always from folly,-when their fantasies have built up a palace for which the earth has no foundation.

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

We oftener say things because we can say them well, than because they are sound and reasonable.

We care not how many see us in choler, when we rave and bluster, and make as much noise and bustle as we can; but if the kindest and most generous affection comes across us, we suppress every sign of it, and hide ourselves in nooks and covert.

We listen to those whom we know to be of the same opinion as ourselves, and we call them wise for being of it; but we avoid such as differ from us.