Once A Coxcomb, Always A Coxcomb.

Admiration Begins Where Acquaintance Ceases

All Power Of Fancy Over Reason Is A Degree Of Madness.

Nature Never Gives Everything At Once.

All Envy Is Proportionate To Desire; We Are Uneasy At The Attainments Of Another, According As We Think Our Own Happiness Would Be Advanced By The Addition Of That Which He Withholds From Us.

Reproof Should Not Exhaust Its Power Upon Petty Failings.