If we do not find happiness in the present moment, in what shall we find it?

Like the tiger, that seldom desists from pursuing man after having once preyed upon human flesh, the reader who has once gratified his appetite with calumny makes ever after the most agreeable feast upon murdered reputations!

Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.

Aromatic plants bestow no spicy fragrance while they grow; but crush'd or trodden to the ground, diffuse their balmy sweets around.

Write how you want, the critic shall show the world you could have written better.

Death when unmasked shows us a friendly face and is a terror only at a distance.

Our chief comforts often produce our greatest anxieties, and the increase in our possessions is but an inlet to new disquietudes.