The most learned are often the most narrow minded.

In love we do not think of moral qualities, and scarcely of intellectual ones. Temperament and manner alone, with beauty, excite love.

...greatness sympathises with greatness, and littleness shrinks into itself.

Old friendships are like meats served up repeatedly, cold, comfortless, and distasteful. The stomach turns against them.

It is only necessary to raise a bugbear before the English imagination in order to govern it at will. Whatever they hate or fear, they implicitly believe in, merely from the scope it gives to these passions.

Features alone do not run in the blood; vices and virtues, genius and folly, are transmitted through the same sure but unseen channel.

Conceit is vanity driven from all other shifts, and forced to appeal to itself for admiration.