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

The wisest prophets make sure of the event first.

He was persuaded he could know no happiness but in the society of one with whom he could for ever indulge the melancholy that had taken possession of his soul.

This world is a comedy, not Life.

We often repent of our first thoughts, and scarce ever of our second.

That strange premature genius Chatterton has couched in one line the quintessence of what Voltaire has said in many pages: "Reason, a thorn in Revelation's side.

[French] authors are more afraid of offending delicacy and rules, than ambitious of sublimity.