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 Music! how it grieves me that imprudence, intemperance, gluttony, should open their channels into thy sacred stream.

The worse of ingratitude lies not in the ossified heart of him who commits it, but we find it in the effect it produces on him against whom it was committed.

A little praise is good for a shy temper; it teaches it to rely on the kindness of others.

Wrong is but falsehood put in practice.

The sublime is contained in a grain of dust.

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