Love and you shall be loved. All love is mathematically just, as much as two sides of an algebraic equation.

The religion of one age is the literary entertainment of the next.

I hate the prostitution of the name of friendship to signify modish and worldly alliances.

We must not inquire too curiously into the absolute value of literature. Enough that it amuses and exercises us. At least it leaves us where we were. It names things, but does not add things.

The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, all ennui s, vanish, all duties even.

Envy is the tax which all distinction must pay.

Beware when the great God lets loose a thinker on this planet.