Time,- that black and narrow isthmus between two eternities.

Those who bequeath unto themselves a pompous funeral, are at just so much expense to inform the world of something that had much better be concealed; namely, that their vanity has survived themselves.

Men will wrangle for religion, write for it, fight for it, die for it; anything but live for it.

Literature has her quacks no less than medicine, and they are divided into two classes; those who have erudition without genius, and those who have volubility without depth; we shall get second-hand sense from the one, and original nonsense from the other.

Jealousy is sustained as often by pride as by affection.

There are both dull correctness and piquant carelessness; it is needless to say which will command the most readers and have the most influence.

The sun should not set upon our anger, neither should he rise upon our confidence. We should forgive freely, but forget rarely. I will not be revenged, and this I owe to my enemy; but I will remember, and this I owe to myself.