You Are A Fool In Four Letters,

Each Day My Reason Tells Me So; But Reason Doesn't Rule In Love, You Know.

We Ought Always To Conform To The Manners Of The Greater Number, And So Behave As Not To Draw Attention To Ourselves. Excess Either Way Shocks, And Every Man Truly Wise Ought To Attend To This In His Dress As Well As Language, Never To Be Affected In Anything And Follow Without Being In Too Great Haste The Changes Of Fashion.

Of All Follies There Is None Greater Than Wanting To Make The World A Better Place.

All The Satires Of The Stage Should Be Viewed Without Discomfort. They Are Public Mirrors, Where We Are Never To Admit That We Seeourselves; One Admits To A Fault When One Is Scandalized By Its Censure.

I Believe That Two And Two Are Four And That Four And Four Are Eight.