Wit is the salt of conversation, not the food.

Those who have had none of the cares of this life to harass and disturb them, have been obliged to have recourse to the hopes and fears of the next to vary the prospect before them.

We trifle with, make sport of, and despise those who are attached to us, and follow those that fly from us.

Grace has been defined as the outward expression of the inward harmony of the soul.

One is always more vexed at losing a game of any sort by a single hole or ace, than if one has never had a chance of winning it.

We do not die wholly at our deaths: we have mouldered away gradually long before. Faculty after faculty, interest after interest, attachment after attachment disappear: we are torn from ourselves while living.

He is a hypocrite who professes what he does not believe; not he who does not practice all he wishes or approves.