A man knows his companion in a long journey and a little inn.

Habitual liars invent falsehoods not to gain any end or even to deceive their hearers, but to amuse themselves. It is partly practice and partly habit. It requires an effort in them to speak truth.

We do not like our friends the worse because they sometimes give us an opportunity to rail at them heartily. Their faults reconcile us to their virtues.

Men are in numberless instances qualified for certain things, for no other reason than because they are qualified for nothing else.

There is nothing more likely to drive a man mad, than the being unable to get rid of the idea of the distinction between right and wrong, and an obstinate, constitutional preference of the true to the agreeable.

We are governed by sympathy; and the extent of our sympathy is determined by that of our sensibility

The imagination is of so delicate a texture that even words wound it.