The enemy of art is the enemy of nature; art is nothing but the highest sagacity and exertion of human nature; and what nature will he honour who honours not the human?

A fop of fashion is the mercer's friend, the tailor's fool, and his own foe.

All belief that does not make us more happy, more free, more loving, more active, more calm, is, I fear, a mistaken and superstitious belief.

He who reforms himself has done more towards reforming the public than a crowd or noisy, impotent patriots.

Joy and grief decide character. What exalts prosperity? what imbitters grief? what leaves us indifferent? what interests us? As the interest of man, so his God - as his God, so he.

Who makes quick use of the moment is a genius of prudence.

His calumny is not only the greatest benefit a rogue can confer on us, but the only service he will perform for nothing.