Diffidence and awkwardness are antidotes to love.

Women never reason, and therefore they are (comparatively) seldom wrong.

The discussing the characters and foibles of common friends is a great sweetness and cement of friendship.

Natural affection is a prejudice; for though we have cause to love our nearest connections better than others, we have no reason to think them better than others.

We often choose a friend as we do a mistress - for no particular excellence in themselves, but merely from some circumstance that flatters our self-love.

Many a man would have turned rogue if he knew how.

A thought must tell at once, or not at all.