War: that mad game the world so loves to play.

Though Diogenes lived in a tub, there might be, for aught I know, as much pride under his rags, as in the fine-spun garments of the divine Plato.

A true critic, in the perusal of a book, is like a dog at a feast, whose thoughts and stomach are wholly set upon what the guests fling away, and consequently is apt to snarl most when there are the fewest bones.

Ah, a German and a genius ! A prodigy, admit him !

The stoical scheme of supplying our wants by lopping off our desires, is like cutting off our feet when we want shoes.

No man of honor, as the word is usually understood, did ever pretend that his honor obliged him to be chaste or temperate, to pay his creditors, to be useful to his country, to do good to mankind, to endeavor to be wise or learned, to regard his word, his promise, or his oath.

The chameleon, who is said to feed upon nothing but air, has of all animals the nimblest tongue.