'Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman.

Love's but the frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined; A sickly flame, which if not fed expires; And feeding, wastes in self-consuming fires.

Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.

To find a young fellow that is neither a wit in his own eye, nor a fool in the eye of the world, is a very hard task.

If happiness in self-content is placed, The wise are wretched, and fools only blessed.

There are times when sense may be unseasonable, as well as truth.