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

The infirmities of genius are often mistaken for its privileges.

Those can most easily dispense with society who are the most calculated to adorn it; they only are dependent on it who possess no mental resources, for though they bring nothing to the general mart, like beggars, they are too poor to stay at home.

Tears fell from my eyes - yes, weak and foolish as it now appears to me, I wept for my departed youth; and for that beauty of which the faithful mirror too plainly assured me, no remnant existed.

Superstition is only the fear of belief, while religion is the confidence.

The future: A consolation for those who have no other.

Grief is, of all the passions, the one that is the most ingenious and indefatigable in finding food for its own subsistence.