Oh, we are ridiculous animals; and if the angels have any fun in them, how we must divert them!

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

I look upon paradoxes as the impotent efforts of men who, not having capacity to draw attention and celebrity from good sense, fly to eccentricities to make themselves noted.

The way to ensure summer in England is to have it framed and glazed in a comfortable room.

Perhaps those, who, trembling most, maintain a dignity in their fate, are the bravest: resolution on reflection is real courage.

Poetry is a beautiful way of spoiling prose, and the laborious art of exchanging plain sense for harmony.

It is charming to totter into vogue.