To-day kings, to-marrow beggars, it is only when they are themselves that they are nothing.

A great mind is one that can forget or look beyond itself.

The corpse of friendship is not worth embalming.

We are not hypocrites in our sleep.

Spleen can subsist on any kind of food.

I do not think there is anything deserving the name of society to be found out of London.

True friendship is self-love at second-hand.