Whoever is not a misanthrope at forty can never have loved mankind.
A person of intellect without energy added to it, is a failure.
Love is more pleasant than marriage for the same reason that novels are more amusing than history.
Pleasure can be supported by an illusion; but happiness rests upon truth.
In the library of the world men have hitherto been ranged according to the form, and the binding; the time is coming when they will take rank and order according to their contents and intrinsic merits.
Satire is the disease of art.