Literary friendship is a sympathy not of manners, but of feelings.
The golden hour of invention must terminate like other hours, and when the man of genius returns to the cares, the duties, the vexations, and the amusements of life, his companions behold him as one of themselves - the creature of habits and infirmities.
A great work always leaves us in a state of musing.
Centuries have not worm-eaten the solidity of this ancient furniture of the mind.
Proverbs were bright shafts in the Greek and Latin quivers.
After all, it is style alone by which posterity will judge of a great work, for an author can have nothing truly his own but his style.