When with care we have raised an imaginary treasure of happiness, we find at last that the materials of the structure are frail and perishing, and the foundation itself is laid in the sand.
I lived to write, and wrote to live.
A man who attempts to read all the new productions must do as the flea does,--skip.
By many a temple half as old as Time.
The good are better made by ill, As odours crushed are sweeter still.
Paris strikes the vulgar part of us infinitely the most, but to a thinking mind London is incomparably the most delightful subject for contemplation.