Genius is intellect constructive.

Why has my motley diary no jokes? Because it is a soliloquy and every man is grave alone.

Everything is made of one hidden stuff.

Keep the town for occasions, but the habits should be formed in retirement.

A man must thank his defects, and stand in some terror of his talents.

I feel some unwillingness to quit the remembrance of the past. With all the hope of the new I feel that we are leaving the old.

Yet some natures are too good to be spoiled by praise, and wherever the vein of thought reaches down into the profound, there is no danger from vanity. Solemn friends will warn them of the danger of the head's being turned by the flourish of trumpets, but they can afford to smile.