The word snob belongs to the sour-grape vocabulary.

Self-respecting people do not care to peep at their reflections in unexpected mirrors, or to see themselves as others see them.

I can't forgive my friends for dying; I don't find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing.

How often my soul visits the National Gallery, and how seldom

Uncultivated minds are not full of wild flowers, like uncultivated fields. Villainous weeds grow in them and they are the haunt of toads.

Every author, however modest, keeps a most outrageous vanity chained like a madman in the padded cell of his breast.

The test of enjoyment is the remembrance which it leaves behind.