A wellborn mind that is practiced in dealing with people makes itself thoroughly agreeable by itself. Art is nothing else but thelist and record of the productions of such minds.

There is no passion so contagious as that of fear.

Poetry reproduces an indefinable mood that is more amorous than love itself. Venus is not so beautiful all naked, alive, and panting, as she is here in Virgil.

Who ever saw a doctor use the prescription of his colleague without cutting out or adding something?

Even in the midst of compassion we feel within I know not what tart sweet titillation of malicious pleasure in seeing others suffer; children have the same feeling.

The public weal requires that men should betray, and lie, and massacre.

A little of everything and nothing thoroughly, after the French fashion.