Anticipation is a bad sleeping draught.

If there be any one habit which more than another is the dry rot of all that is high and generous in youth, it is the habit of ridicule.

It is said that ridicule is the test of truth: it is never applied, but when we wish to deceive ourselves.

Whatever people in general do not understand, they are al ways prepared to dislike; the incomprehensible is always the obnoxious.

English people ... never speak, excepting in cases of fire or murder, unless they are introduced.

Curiosity is its own suicide.

youth, balancing itself upon hope, is forever in extremes: its expectations are continually aroused only to be baffled, and disappointment, like a summer shower, is violent in proportion to its brevity.