Women like flames have a destroying power; never to be quenched till they themselves devour.

There is nothing more unbecoming a man of quality than to laugh ... 'tis such a vulgar expression of the passion!

Honor is a public enemy, and conscience a domestic, and he that would secure his pleasure, must pay a tribute to one and go halves with t'other.

Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

I know a lady that loves to talk so incessantly, she won't give an echo fair play; she has that everlasting rotation of tongue that an echo must wait till she dies before it can catch her last words!

I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.

Thus in this sad, but oh, too pleasing state! my soul can fix upon nothing but thee; thee it contemplates, admires, adores, nay depends on, trusts on you alone.