Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles. Everything adds to it. Just as the being we love can do no wrong, so the one we hate can do no right.

When a woman starts talking about her duty, her regard for appearances, and her respect for religion, she raises so many bulwarks which she delights to see captured by storm.

Constancy will always be the genius of love, the indication of that strength which constitutes the poet. A man should possess all women in his wife, like those squalid poetasters of the seventeenth century who made fair Irises and dazzling Chloes of their lowly Manons.

Forgetting is the great secret of strong and creative lives.

When Religion and Royalty are swept away, the people will attack the great, and after the great, they will fall upon the rich.

A man may and ought to pride himself more on his will than on his talent.

All we are is in the soul.