There is no Pleasure like that of receiving Praise from the Praiseworthy.
To be exempt from the Passions with which others are tormented, is the only pleasing Solitude.
Fire and swords are slow engines of destruction, compared to the tongue of a Gossip.
I look upon it as a Point of Morality, to be obliged by those who endeavour to oblige me.
I cannot think of any character below the flatterer, except he who envies him.
Nothing can atone for the lack of modesty; without which beauty is ungraceful and wit detestable.