Criticism even should not be without its charms. When quite devoid of all amenities, it is no longer literary.
All disputation makes the mind deaf; and when people are deaf, I am dumb.
To teach is to learn twice.
The evening of life brings with it its lamps.
Maxims are to the intellect what laws are to actions; they do not enlighten, but they guide and direct, and, although themselves blind, are protective.
Tenderness is the rest of passion.