The truth is, we never make for others the allowance we make for ourselves; and we should deny even our own words, could we hear them spoken by another.

Every other species of talent carries with it its eternity; we enjoy the work of the poet, the painter, the sculptor, only as thousands will do after us; but the actor - his memory is with his generation, and that passes away.

Consistency is a human word, but it certainly expresses nothing human.

It is curious how inseparable eating and kindness are with some people.

to the many, witticisms not only require to be explained, like riddles, but are also like new shoes, which people require to wear many times before they get accustomed to them.

It is amazing how much a thought expands and refines by being put into speech: I should think it could hardly know itself.

How beautiful, how buoyant, and glad is morning!