When the gods come among men, they are not known.

The person who screams, or uses the superlative degree, or converses with heat puts whole drawing-rooms to flight. If you wish to be loved, love measure.

Friendship should be surrounded with ceremonies and respects, and not crushed into corners.

Society has really no graver interest than the well-being of the literary class.

In my utter impotence to test the authenticity of the report of my senses, to know whether the impressions they make on me correspond with outlying objects, what difference does it make, whether Orion is up there in heaven, or some god paints the image in the firmament of the soul?

Illusion, Temperament, Succession, Surface, Surprise, Reality, Subjectiveness,--these are the threads on the loom of time, these are the lords of life.

All stealing is comparative. If you come to absolutes, pray who does not steal.