Fame is an undertaker that pays but little attention to the living, but bedizens the dead, furnishes out their funerals, and follows them to the grave

It is with disease of the mind, as with those of the body; we are half dead before we understand our disorder, and half cured when we do.

A lady of fashion will sooner excuse a freedom flowing from admiration than a slight resulting from indifference.

Those that are the loudest in their threats are the weakest in their actions.

Living authors, therefore, are usually, bad companions. If they have not gained character, they seek to do so by methods often ridiculous, always disgusting; and if they have established a character, they are silent for fear of losing by their tongue what they have acquired by their pen--for many authors converse much more foolishly than Goldsmith, who have never written half so well.

The acquirements of science maybe termed the armor of the mind.

That author, however, who has thought more than he has read, read more than he has written, and written more than he has published, if he does not command success, has at least deserved it.