We disjoint the mind like the body.

I do not call reason that brutal reason which crushes with its weight what is holy and sacred, that malignant reason which delights in the errors it succeeds in discovering, that unfeeling and scornful reason which insults credulity.

Criticism even should not be without its charms. When quite devoid of all amenities, it is no longer literary.

We shall always keep a spare corner in our heads to give passing hospitality to our friends' opinion.

Tenderness is the rest of passion.

Sexes. One has the look of a wound, the other of something skinned.

In the interchange of thought use no coin but gold and silver.