All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
Write how you want, the critic shall show the world you could have written better.
Girls like to be played with and rumpled a little too sometimes.
If one wishes to become rich they must appear rich.
All the bloomy flush of life is fled.
The hours we pass with happy prospects in view are more pleasing than those crowded with fruition.
In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stagecoach.
I was ever of the opinion, that the honest man who married and brought up a large family, did more service than he who continued single, and only talked of population.
They say women and music should never be dated.
Be not affronted at a joke. If one throw salt at thee, thou wilt receive no harm, unless thou art raw.
Honour sinks where commerce long prevails.
The company of fools may first make us smile, but in the end we always feel melancholy.
Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain, With grammar, and nonsense, and learning, Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives genius a better discerning.
When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy, what art can wash her guilt away?
Romance and novel paint beauty in colors more charming than nature, and describe a happiness that humans never taste. How deceptive and destructive are those pictures of consummate bliss!
Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.
The pregnant quarry teem’d with human form.
The bashful virgin’s sidelong looks of love.
Our pleasures are short, and can only charm at intervals; love is a method of protraction our greatest pleasure.