There is no more certain sign of a narrow mind, of stupidity, and of arrogance, than to stand aloof from those who think differently from us.

Authors are like cattle going to a fair: those of the same field can never move on without butting one another.

I never did a single wise thing in the whole course of my existence, although I have written many which have been thought so.

O what a thing is age! Death without death's quiet.

The happiest of pillows is not that which love first presses! it is that which death has frowned on and passed over.

Men universally are ungrateful towards him who instructs them, unless, in the hours or in the intervals of instruction, he presents a sweet-cake to their self-love.

Greatness, as we daily see it, is unsociable.