The perfect joys of heaven do not satisfy the cravings of nature.

Every man depends on the quantity of sense, wit, or good manners he brings into society for the reception he meets with in it.

Friendship is cemented by interest, vanity, or the want of amusement; it seldom implies esteem, or even mutual regard.

Every one in a crowd has the power to throw dirt; none out of ten have the inclination.

A man's reputation is not in his own keeping, but lies at the mercy of the profligacy of others. Calumny requires no proof.

The perfect joys of heaven do not satisfy the cravings of nature.

As is our confidence, so is our capacity.