I hate anything that occupies more space than it is worth... I hate to see a parcel of big words without anything in them.

The soil of friendship is worn out with constant use. Habit may still attach us to each other, but we feel ourselves fettered by it. Old friends might be compared to old married people without the tie of children.

We are very much what others think of us. The reception our observations meet with gives us courage to proceed, or damps our efforts.

To be happy, we must be true to nature and carry our age along with us.

Do not keep on with a mockery of friendship after the substance is gone - but part, while you can part friends. Bury the carcass of friendship: it is not worth embalming.

The last pleasure in life is the sense of discharging our duty.

We prefer a person with vivacity and high spirits, though bordering upon insolence, to the timid and pusillanimous; we are fonder of wit joined to malice than of dullness without it.