The vulgar call good fortune that which really is produced by the calculations of genius.

True friends are two people who are comfortable sharing silence together.

The betrothed and accepted lover has lost the wildest charms of his maiden by her acceptance. She was heaven while he pursued her, but she cannot be heaven if she stoops to one such as he!

Genius has no taste for weaving sand.

Genius seems to consist merely in trueness of sight, in using such words as show that the man was an eye-witness, and not a repeater of what was told.

Every burned book or house enlightens the world; every suppressed or expunged word reverberates through the earth from side to side.

A sympathetic person is placed in the dilemma of a swimmer among drowning men, who all catch at him, and if he gives so much as a leg or a finger, they will drown him.