What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for beauty, and never see the dawn!
It is the wretchedness of being rich that you have to live with rich people.
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.
A best-seller is the gilded tomb of a mediocre talent
Only among people who think no evil can Evil monstrously flourish.