The passion of hatred is so long lived and so obstinate a malady that the surest sign of death in a sick person is their desire for reconciliation.

One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched.

Every hour in itself, as it respects us in particular, is the only one we can call our own.

The sublime only paints the true, and that too in noble objects; it paints it in all its phases, its cause and its effect; it is the most worthy expression or image of this truth. Ordinary minds cannot find out the exact expression, and use synonymes.

Making a book is a craft, like making a clock; it needs more than native wit to be an author.

The spendthrift robs his heirs the miser robs himself.

The finest pleasure is kindness to others.