Hope is the mother of faith.

Cruelty is the highest pleasure to the cruel man; it is his love.

He who first praises a book becomingly is next in merit to the author.

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 care not how many see us in choler, when we rave and bluster, and make as much noise and bustle as we can; but if the kindest and most generous affection comes across us, we suppress every sign of it, and hide ourselves in nooks and covert.

Absurdities are great or small in proportion to custom or insuetude.

Virtue is presupposed in friendship.