We can bear to be deprived of everything but our self-conceit.

To great evils we submit, we resent little provocations.

The humblest painter is a true scholar; and the best of scholars the scholar of nature.

What passes in the world for talent or dexterity or enterprise is often only a want of moral principle. We may succeed where others fail, not from a greater share of invention, but from not being nice in the choice of expedients.

It is better to drink of deep grief than to taste shallow pleasures.

Friendship is cemented by interest, vanity, or the want of amusement; it seldom implies esteem, or even mutual regard.

The number of objects we see from living in a large city amuses the mind like a perpetual raree-show, without supplying it with any ideas.