We can scarcely hate anyone that we know.
Power is pleasure; and pleasure sweetens pain.
Habit in most cases hardens and encrusts by taking away the keener edge of our sensations: but does it not in others quicken and refine, by giving a mechanical facility and by engrafting an acquired sense?
The more we do, the more we can do; the more busy we are, the more leisure we have.
Though familiarity may not breed contempt, it takes off the edge of admiration.
We find many things to which the prohibition of them constitutes the only temptation.