Variety Is The Soul Of Pleasure.

Love Ceases To Be A Pleasure, When It Ceases To Be A Secret.

You May Make Love In Dancing As Well As Sitting.

That Perfect Tranquillity Of Life, Which Is Nowhere To Be Found But In Retreat, A Faithful Friend And A Good Library.

Women In London Are Like The Rich Silks; They Are Out Of Fashion A Great While Before They Wear Out.

Nothing Is More Capable Of Troubling Our Reason, And Consuming Our Health, Than Secret Notions Of Jealousy In Solitude.