If happiness in self-content is placed, The wise are wretched, and fools only blessed.
I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.
A little scorn is alluring.
One minute gives invention to destroy; What to rebuild, will a whole age employ.
I hope you do not think me prone to any iteration of nuptials.
A woman only obliges a man to secrecy, that she may have the pleasure of telling herself.