The look of a gentleman is little else than the reflection of the looks of the world.

We learn to curb our will and keep our overt actions within the bounds of humanity, long before we can subdue our sentiments and imaginations to the same mild tone.

Wit is the salt of conversation, not the food.

Diffidence and awkwardness are antidotes to love.

Perhaps the best cure for the fear of death is to reflect that life has a beginning as well as an end. There was a time when we were not: this gives us no concern. Why, then, should it trouble us that a time will come when we shall cease to be?

Like a rustic at a fair, we are full of amazement and rapture, and have no thought of going home, or that it will soon be night.

Envy is a littleness of soul, which cannot see beyond a certain point, and if it does not occupy the whole space feels itself excluded.