The Only Impeccable Writers Are Those Who

Most Of The Methods For Measuring The Lapse Of Time Have, I Believe, Been The Contrivance Of Monks And Religious Recluses, Who, Finding Time Hang Heavy On Their Hands, Were At Some Pains To See How They Got Rid Of It.

An Accomplished Coquette Excites The Passions Of Others, In Proportion As She Feels None Herself.

A Woman's Vanity Is Interested In Making The Object Of Her Choice The God Of Her Idolatry.

Society Is A More Level Surface Than We Imagine. Wise Men Or Absolute Fools Are Hard To Be Met With, As There Are Few Giants Or Dwarfs.

Wit Is The Salt Of Conversation, Not The Food.