Books are the curse of the human race.

Change is inevitable. Change is constant.

Those authors who appear sometimes to forget they are writers, and remember they are men, will be our favorites.

I do not understand how an aristocracy can exist, unless it be distinguished by some quality which no other class of the community possesses.

What we call the heart is a nervous sensation, like shyness, which gradually disappears in society. It is fervent in the nursery, strong in the domestic circle, tumultuous at school.

I must follow the people. Am I not their leader?

No affection and a great brain, these are the people to command the world.