Literature, like nobility, runs in the blood.

The true barbarian is he who thinks everything barbarous but his own tastes and prejudices.

We are very much what others think of us. The reception our observations meet with gives us courage to proceed, or damps our efforts.

The love of fame is almost another name for the love of excellence; or it is the ambition to attain the highest excellence, sanctioned by the highest authority, that of time.

The ignorance of the world leaves one at the mercy of its malice.

The smallest pain in our little finger gives us more concern than the destruction of millions of our fellow beings.

The most violent friendships soonest wear themselves out.