Swift speedy time, feathered with flying hours, Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow. – Lord Chesterfield
The heart never grows better by age I fear rather worse, always harder. A young liar will be an old one, and a young knave will only be a greater knave as he grows older. – Lord Chesterfield
Style is the dress of thoughts; and let them be ever so just, if your style is homely, coarse, and vulgar, they will appear to as much disadvantage, and be as ill received, as your person, though ever so well-proportioned, would if dressed in rags, dirt, and tatters. – Lord Chesterfield
A constant smirk upon the face, and a whiffing activity of the body, are strong indications of futility. – Lord Chesterfield