I am always of the opinion with the learned, if they speak first.

A wit should no more be sincere, than a woman constant; one argues a decay of parts, as to other of beauty.

Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.

There is in true Beauty, as in Courage, somewhat which narrow Souls cannot dare to admire.

I know that’s a secret, for it’s whispered everywhere.

I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.