Pure friendship is something which men of an inferior intellect can never taste.
Manners carry the world for the moment, character for all time.
Every hour in itself, as it respects us in particular, is the only one we can call our own.
Time makes friendship stronger, but love weaker.
There are certain things in which mediocrity is intolerable: poetry, music, painting, public eloquence. What torture it is to hear a frigid speech being pompously declaimed, or second-rate verse spoken with all a bad poet's bombast!
A man reveals his character even in the simplest things he does.