Style, after all, rather than thought, is the immortal thing in literature.

I go into my library and all history unrolls before me.

The only thing a man knows is himself.

Fame is but an inscription on a grave, and glory the melancholy blazon on a coffin lid.

Eternity doth wear upon her face the veil of time. They only see the veil, and thus they know not what they stand so near!

If you wish to make a man look noble, your best course is to kill him. What superiority he may have inherited from his race, what superiority nature may have personally gifted him with, comes out in death.

In life there is nothing more unexpected and surprising than the arrivals and departures of pleasure. If we find it in one place today, it is vain to seek it there tomorrow. You can not lay a trap for it.