We are not satisfied to be right, unless we can prove others to be quite wrong.

No young man ever thinks he shall die.

Malice often takes the garb of truth.

We trifle with, make sport of, and despise those who are attached to us, and follow those that fly from us.

The characteristic of Chaucer is intensity: of Spencer, remoteness: of Milton elevation and of Shakespeare everything.

Elegance is something more than ease; it is more than a freedom from awkwardness or restraint. It implies, I conceive, a precision, a polish, a sparkling, spirited yet delicate.

People do not seem to talk for the sake of expressing their opinions, but to maintain an opinion for the sake of talking.