There is something in us that is wiser than our head.

Our moral virtues benefit mainly other people; intellectual virtues, on the other hand, benefit primarily ourselves; therefore the former make us universally popular, the latter unpopular.

Whatever torch we kindle, and whatever space it may illuminate, our horizon will always remain encircled by the depth of night.

That I could clamber to the frozen moon. And draw the ladder after me.

Gaiety alone, as it were, is the hard cash of happiness; everything else is just a promissory note.

Scoundrels are always sociable.

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.