Here Fashion is a despot, and no one dreams of evading its dictates.

Imagination, which is the Eldorado of the poet and of the novel-writer, often proves the most pernicious gift to the individuals who compose the talkers instead of the writers in society.

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.

Life would be as insupportable without the prospect of death, as it would be without sleep.

Wit lives in the present, but genius survives the future.

Friends are the thermometer by which we may judge the temperature of our fortunes.

Mountains appear more lofty the nearer they are approached, but great men resemble them not in this particular.