There are proud men of so much delicacy that it almost conceals their pride, and perfectly excuses it.

A man's vanity tells him what is honor, a man's conscience what is justice.

The sublime is contained in a grain of dust.

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.

All schools of philosophy, and almost all authors, are rather to be frequented for exercise than for weight.

Fame often rests at first upon something accidental, and often, too, is swept away, or for a time removed; but neither genius nor glory, is conferred at once, nor do they glimmer and fall, like drops in a grotto, at a shout.

Virtue is presupposed in friendship.