Great wits, like great beauties, look upon mere esteem as a flat insipid thing; nothing less than admiration will content them.

Be not ashamed to confess that you have been in the wrong. It is but owning that you now have more sense than you had before, to see your error; more humility to acknowledge it; more grace to correct it.

For we seldom admire the wit, when we dislike the man.

It must descend, as the dew, upon the tender herb, or like melting flakes of snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.

Great wits, like great beauties, look upon mere esteem as a flat insipid thing; nothing less than admiration will content them.

Finite mind cannot comprehend infinity.

That wit is truly amiable, which gladdens and enlivens every thing, which shines with a lustre gentle, but not faint, and powerful, but not glaring.