What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for beauty, and never see the dawn!

Don't laugh at youth for his affectations; he is only trying on one face after another to find his own.

Most people sell their souls, and live with a good conscience on the proceeds.

What is more mortifying than to feel that you have missed the plum for want of courage to shake the tree?

There are people whose society I find delicious; but when I sit alone and think of them I shudder.

Fine writers should split hairs together, and sit side by side, like friendly apes, to pick the fleas from each others fur.

Our names are labels, plainly printed on the bottled essence of our past behavior.