Thoughts come maimed and plucked of plumage from the lips, which, from the pea, in the silence of your own leisure and study, would be born with far more beauty.

Pleasure is like a cordial - a little of it is not injurious, but too much destroys.

Wit is the lightning of the mind, reason the sunshine, and reflection the moonlight.

There is no cosmetic like happiness

The infirmities of genius are often mistaken for its privileges.

The difference between weakness and wickedness is much less than people suppose; and the consequences are nearly always the same.

I see little alteration at Lyons since I formerly passed through it. Its manufactories are, nevertheless, flourishing, though less improvement than could be expected is visible in the external aspect of the place.