All we are is in the soul.

Man's condition is horrible because, no matter what form his happiness may take, it arises from some species of ignorance.

What is art? Nature concentrated.

The union of a want and a sentiment.

Danger arouses interest. Where death is involved, the vilest criminal invariably stirs a little compassion.

Ambitious men spend their youth in rendering themselves worthy of patronage; it is their great mistake. While the foolish creatures are laying in stores of knowledge and energy, so that they shall not sink under the weight of responsible posts that recede from them, schemers come and go who are wealthy in words and destitute of ideas, astonish the ignorant, and creep into the confidence of those who have a little knowledge.

A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity.