Without duty, life is sort of boneless; it cannot hold itself together.
Only just the right quantum of wit should be put into a book; in conversation a little excess is allowable.
Credulity forges more miracles than trickery could invent.
Genuine witticisms surprise those who say them as much as those who listen to them; they arise in us in spite of us, or, at least, without our participation,--like everything inspired.
Everything that is exact is short.
Haughty people seem to me to have, like the dwarfs, the stature of a child and the face of a man.