“A man who leaves home to mend himself and others is a philosopher; but he who goes from country to country, guided by the blind impulse of curiosity, is a vagabond.”

All that a husband or wife really wants is to be pitied a little, praised a little, and appreciated a little.

Honour sinks where commerce long prevails.

Success consists of getting up just one more time than you fall.

Pity and friendship are two passions incompatible with each other.

Girls like to be played with, and rumpled a little too, sometimes.

Be not affronted at a joke. If one throw salt at thee, thou wilt receive no harm, unless thou art raw.

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?

Ceremonies are different in every country, but true politeness is everywhere the same.

Where wealth accumulates, men decay.

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!

Could a man live by it, it were not unpleasant employment to be a poet.

Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.

The jests of the rich are ever successful.

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.

You can preach a better sermon with your life than with your lips.

Surely the best way to meet the enemy is head on in the field and not wait till they plunder our very homes.