Society is a troop of thinkers, and the best heads among them take the best places.—Emerson.
Society is like a lawn, where every roughness is smoothed, every bramble eradicated, and where the eye is delighted by the smiling verdure of a velvet surface.—Washington Irving.
Heaven forming each on other to depend,
A master, or a servant, or a friend,
Bids each on other for assistance call,
Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all.
Wants, frailties, passions, closer still ally
The common interest, or endear the tie.
To these we owe true friendship, love sincere,
Each home-felt joy that life inherits here.
—Pope.
Every man depends on the quantity of sense, wit, or good manners he brings into society for the reception he meets with in it.—Hazlitt.
A man's reception depends upon his coat; his dismissal upon the wit he shows.—Beranger.
Man in society is like a flow'r,
Blown in its native bed. 'Tis there alone
His faculties expanded in full bloom
Shine out, there only reach their proper use.
—Cowper.
There is a sort of economy in Providence that one shall excel where another is defective, in order to make men more useful to each other, and mix them in society.—Addison.
Society is composed of two great classes,—those who have more dinners than appetite, and those who have more appetite than dinners.—Chamfort.
Success.—Nothing is impossible to the man that can will. Is that necessary? That shall be. This is the only law of success.—Mirabeau.