Any place that we love becomes our world.
A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.
We think that we are generous because we credit our neighbor with those virtues that are likely to benefit ourselves. We praise the banker that we may overdraw our account, and find good qualities in the highwayman in the hope that he may spare our pockets.
The secret to life is to enjoy the pleasure of being terribly, terribly deceived.
He who stands most remote from his age is he who mirrors it best.
Be warned in time, James, and remain, as I do, incomprehensible: to be great is to be misunderstood.