Let us never adopt the maxim, Rather lose our friend than our jest.
The obscurity of a writer is generally in proportion to his incapacity.
The gifts of nature are infinite in their variety, and mind differs from mind almost as much as body from body.
The perfection of art is to conceal art.
It seldom happens that a premature shoot of genius ever arrives at maturity.
In a crowd, on a journey, at a banquet even, a line of thought can itself provide its own seclusion.