Who pleases one against his will.

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.

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

I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.

But say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.

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

No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me.