Fashion--a word which knaves and fools may use, Their knavery and folly to excuse.

It is at despair at not being able to be noble and beautiful by natural means that we have made up our faces so strangely.

To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame; to copy faults is want of sense.

Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.

Falsehoods border on truths.

Everyone has his besetting sin.