Even when we fancy we have grown wiser, it is only, it may be, that new prejudices have displaced old ones.

It is ever the invisible that is the object of our profoundest worship. With the lover it is not the seen but the unseen that he muses upon.

There is probably no hell for authors in the next world - they suffer so much from critics and publishers in this.

Weakness ineffectually seeks to disguise itself,--like a drunken man trying to show how sober he is.

Discretion is the salt, and fancy the sugar of life; the one preserves, the other sweetens it.

Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.

The worst deluded are the self-deluded.