It is only in the microscope that our life looks so big. It is an indivisible point, drawn out and magnified by the powerful lenses of Time and Space.

Vulgar people take huge delight in the faults and follies of great men.

Men are the devils of the earth, and the animals are its tormented souls.

It is difficult, if not impossible, to define the limit of our reasonable desires in respect of possessions.

I have long held the opinion that the amount of noise that anyone can bear undisturbed stands in inverse proportion to his mental capacity and therefore be regarded as a pretty fair measure of it.

There is no doubt that life is given us, not to be enjoyed, but to be overcome; to be got over.

Style is the physiognomy of the mind. It is more infallible than that of the body. To imitate the style of another is said to be wearing a mask. However beautiful it may be, it is through its lifelessness insipid and intolerable, so that even the most ugly living face is more engaging.