Wit is the god of moments, but Genius is the god of ages.

The pleasure we feel in criticizing robs us from being moved by very beautiful things.

How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!

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.

All the world says of a coxcomb that he is a coxcomb; but no one dares to say so to his face, and he dies without knowing it.

Amongst such as out of cunning hear all and talk little, be sure to talk less; or if you must talk, say little.

It is often easier as well as more advantageous to conform to other men's opinions than to bring them over to ours.