Second thoughts oftentimes are the very worst of all thoughts.
Grandeur and beauty are so very opposite, that you often diminish the one as you increase the other. Variety is most akin to the latter, simplicity to the former.
Love is a pleasing but a various clime.
Amid the most mercenary ages it is but a secondary sort of admiration that is bestowed upon magnificence.
Persons who discover a flatterer, do not always disapprove him, because he imagines them considerable enough to deserve his applications.
What leads to unhappiness is making pleasure the chief aim.
People can commend the weather without envy.
Some men use no other means to acquire respect than by insisting on it; and it sometimes answers their purpose, as it does a highwayman's in regard to money.
Modesty makes large amends for the pain it gives those who labor under it, by the prejudice it affords every worthy person in their favor.
Critics must excuse me if I compare them to certain animals called asses, who, by gnawing vines, originally taught the great advantage of pruning them.
I hate a style, as I do a garden, that is wholly flat and regular; that slides along like an eel, and never rises to what one can call an inequality.
There is nothing more universally commended than a fine day; the reason is that people can commend it without envy.
Nothing is certain in London but expense.
I know not whether increasing years do not cause us to esteem fewer people and to bear with more.
Virtues, like essences, lose their fragrance when exposed. They are sensitive plants, which will not bear too familiar approaches.
In every village marked with little spire, Embowered in trees, and hardly known to fame.
The most reserved of men, that will not exchange two syllables together in an English coffee-house, should they meet at Ispahan, would drink sherbet and eat a mess of rice together.
It seems with wit and good-nature, Utrum horum mavis accipe. Taste and good-nature are universally connected.
Taste and good-nature are universally connected.
So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.
Trifles discover a character, more than actions of importance.
Thanks, oftenest obtrusive.
Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.
A man has generally the good or ill qualities which he attributes to mankind.
It is true there is nothing displays a genius, I mean a quickness of genius, more than a dispute; as two diamonds, encountering, contribute to each other's luster. But perhaps the odds is much against the man of taste in this particular.
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