Wit is the salt of conversation, not the food.

Even in the common affairs of life, in love, friendship, and marriage, how little security have we when we trust our happiness in the hands of others!

To display the greatest powers, unless they are applied to great purposes, makes nothing for the character of greatness.

We grow tired of everything but turning others into ridicule, and congratulating ourselves on their defects.

The best part of our lives we pass in counting on what is to come.

There is a heroism in crime as well as in virtue. Vice and infamy have their altars and their religion.

We grow tired of ourselves, much more of other people.