True friendship is self-love at second-hand.

Liberty is the only true riches: of all the rest we are at once the masters and the slaves.

It is well that there is no one without a fault; for he would not have a friend in the world.

Fashion is the abortive issue of vain ostentation and exclusive egotism: it is haughty, trifling, affected, servile, despotic, mean and ambitious, precise and fantastical, all in a breath—tied to no rule, and bound to conform to every whim of the minute.

Natural affection is a prejudice: for though we have cause to love our nearest connections better than others, we have no reason to think them better than others.

Though familiarity may not breed contempt, it takes off the edge of admiration.

VVe imagine that the admiration of the works of celebrated men has become common, because the admiration of their names has become so.

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.

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

One shining quality lends a lustre to another, or hides some glaring defect.