A man of sense, though born without wit, often lives to have wit. His memory treasures up ideas and reflections; he compares themwith new occurrences, and strikes out new lights from the collision. The consequence is sometimes bons mots, and sometimes apothegms.

I firmly believe, notwithstanding all our complaints, that almost every person upon earth tastes upon the totality more happiness than misery.

It was easier to conquer it than to know what to do with it.

Nine-tenths of the people were created so you would want to be with the other tenth.

[The] taste [of the French] is too timid to be true taste--or is but half taste.

This world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel.

Our [British] summers are often, though beautiful for verdure, so cold, that they are rather cold winters.