You are a fool in four letters, my son.
You only die once, but you will be dead for a very long time.
The true touchstone of wit is the impromptu.
Ah, there are no children nowadays.
Show some mercy to this chair which has stretched out its arms to you for so long; please satisfy its desire to embrace you!
There is no secret of the heart which our actions do not disclose.
The impromptu reply is precisely the touchstone of the man of wit.
I recover my property wherever I find it.
But it is not reason that governs love.
All extremes does perfect reason flee, And wishes to be wise quite soberly.
Consistency is only suitable for ridicule.
Everyone has a right to his own course of action.
The scandal of the world is what makes the offence; it is not sinful to sin in silence.
Assassination’s the fastest way.
All the power is with the sex that wears the beard.
All is wholesome in the absence of excess.
The art of flatterers is to take advantage of the foibles of the great, to foster their errors, and never to give advice which may annoy.
Perfect good sense shuns all extremity, content to couple wisdom with sobriety.
A husband is a plaster that cures all the ills of girlhood.
Anyone may be an honorable man, and yet write verse badly.