The proportion of genius to the vulgar is like one to a million.

He who purposely cheats his friend would cheat his God.

Just so far as we are pleased at finding faults, are we displeased at finding perfection.

Neatness begets order; but from order to taste there is the same difference as from taste to genius, or from love to friendship.

Where pride begins, love ceases.

You may depend upon it that he is a good man whose intimate friends are all good, and whose enemies are decidedly bad.

Copiousness and simplicity, variety and unity, constitute real greatness of character.