Jesting is often only indigence of intellect.

How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!

The pleasure a man of honor enjoys in the consciousness of having performed his duty is a reward he pays himself for all his pains.

You may drive a dog off the King's armchair, and it will climb into the preacher's pulpit; he views the world unmoved, unembarrassed, unabashed.

The events we most desire do not happen; or, if they do, it is neither in the time nor in the circumstances when they would have given us extreme pleasure.

They that have lived a single day have lived an age.

Criticism is as often a trade as a science, requiring, as it does, more health than wit, more labour than capacity, more practice than genius.