Desire is the uneasiness a man finds in himself upon the absence of anything whose present enjoyment carries the idea of delight with it.

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

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

Who in the same given time can produce more than others has vigor; who can produce more and better, has talents; who can produce what none else can, has genius.

The freer you feel yourself in the presence of another, the more free is he...

You may tell a man thou art a fiend, but not your nose wants blowing; to him alone who can bear a thing of that kind, you may tell all.

Every man has his devilish minutes.