We want our friend as a man of talent, less because he has talent than because he is our friend.

Persons of delicate taste endure stupid criticism better than they do stupid praise.

The folly which we might have ourselves committed is the one which we are least ready to pardon in another.

We are more conscious that a person is in the wrong when the wrong concerns ourselves.

What is experience? A poor little hut constructed from the ruins of the palace of gold and marble called our illusions.

Like those statues which must be made larger than "nature" in order that, viewed from below, or from a distance, they may appear to be of the "natural" size, certain truths must be "strained" in order that the public may form a just idea of them.

Poetry is the exquisite expression of exquisite impressions.