The discussing the characters and foibles of common friends is a great sweetness and cement of friendship.

He who comes up to his own idea of greatness must always have had a very low standard of it in his mind.

The greatest reverses of fortune are the most easily borne from a sort of dignity belonging to them.

To a superior race of being the pretensions of mankind to extraordinary sanctity and virtue must seem... ridiculous.

To expect an author to talk as he writes is ridiculous; or even if he did you would find fault with him as a pedant.

We must be doing something to be happy.

Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust; hatred alone is immortal.