Avoid connecting yourself with characters whose good and bad sides are unmixed and have not fermented together; they resemble vials of vinegar and oil; or palletts set with colors; they are either excellent at home and insufferable abroad, or intolerable within doors and excellent in public; they are unfit for friendship, merely because their stamina, their ingredients of character are too single, too much apart; let them be finely ground up with each other, and they are incomparable.

There are three classes of men; the retrograde, the stationary and the progressive.

Each particle of matter is an immensity, each leaf a world, each insect an inexplicable compendium.

And still, laughter is akin to weeping.

True love, like the eye, can bear no flaw.

How few our real wants, and how vast our imaginary ones!

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