Ridicule has followed the vestiges of truth, but never usurped her place.

When the mind loses its feeling for elegance, it grows corrupt and groveling, and seeks in the crowd what ought to be found at home.

Cruelty in all countries is the companion of anger; but there is only one, and never was another on the globe, where she coquets both with anger and mirth.

The happy never say, and never hear said, farewell.

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife. Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art: I warm'd both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

We oftener say things because we can say them well, than because they are sound and reasonable.

In honest truth, a name given to a man is no better than a skin given to him; what is not natively his own falls off and comes to nothing.