[His mind] was like a volcano, full of fire and wealth, sometimes calm, often dazzling and playful, but ever threatening. It ran swift as the lightning from one subject to another, and occasionally burst forth in passionate throes of intellect, nearly allied to madness.

Praise is the only gift for which people are really grateful.

People are always willing to follow advice when it accords with their own wishes.

Memory seldom fails when its office is to show us the tombs of our buried hopes.

Women excel more in literary judgment than in literary production,--they are better critics than authors.

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

There is no cosmetic like happiness