I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.

Many years ago, I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. William Legrand. He was of an ancient Huguenot family, and had once been wealthy; but a series of misfortunes had reduced him to want.

In efforts to soar above our nature, we invariably fall below it.

Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance.

Believe me, there exists no such dilemma as that in which a gentleman is placed when he is forced to reply to a blackguard.

If we cannot comprehend God in his visible works, how then in his inconceivable thoughts, that call the works into being?

When, indeed, men speak of Beauty, they mean, precisely, not a quality, as is supposed, but an effect - they refer, in short, just to that intense and pure elevation of soul - not of intellect, or of heart.