We talk little when we do not talk about ourselves.

One truth discovered, one pang of regret at not being able to express it, is better than all the fluency and flippancy in the world.

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

Without life there can be no action — no objects of pursuit — no restless desires — no tormenting passions. Hence it is that we fondly cling to it — that we dread its termination as the close, not of enjoyment, but of hope.

The most fluent talkers or most plausible reasoners are not always the justest thinkers.

It is essential to the triumph of reform that it should never succeed.

The youth is better than the old age of friendship.