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

We meet With few utterly dull and stupid souls: the sublime and transcendent are still fewer; the generality of mankind stand between these two extremes: the interval is filled with multitudes of ordinary geniuses, but all very useful, and the ornaments and supports of the commonwealth.

Profane eloquence is transfered from the bar, where Le Maitre, Pucelle, and Fourcroy formerly practised it, and where it has become obsolete, to the Pulpit, where it is out of place.

All of our unhappiness comes from our inability to be alone.

We wish to constitute all the happiness, or, if that cannot be, the misery of the one we love.

The generality of men expend the early part of their lives in contributing to render the latter part miserable.

The majority of women have no principles of their own; they are guided by the heart, and depend for their own conduct, upon that of the men they love.