Second thoughts oftentimes are the very worst of all thoughts.

I know not whether increasing years do not cause us to esteem fewer people and to bear with more.

The weak and insipid white wine makes at length excellent vinegar.

Prudent men lock up their motives, letting familiars have a key to their hearts, as to their garden.

Whoe'er excels in what we prize, appears a hero in our eyes.

The making presents to a lady one addresses is like throwing armor into an enemy's camp, with a resolution to recover it.

Nothing is sure in London, except expense.