Society seldom forgives those who have discovered the emptiness of its pleasures, and who can live independent of it and them.

Borrowed thoughts, like borrowed money, only show the poverty of the borrower.

When we bring back with us the objects most dear, and find those we left unchanged, we are tempted to doubt the lapse of time; but one link in the chain of affection broken, and every thing seems altered.

We have a reading, a talking, and a writing public. When shall we have a thinking?

Calumny is the offspring of Envy.

Reason dissipates the illusions of life, but does not console us for their departure.

We never respect those who amuse us, however we may smile at their comic powers