A man's reputation is not in his own keeping, but lies at the mercy of the profligacy of others. Calumny requires no proof.
The imagination is of so delicate a texture that even words wound it.
It is only those who never think at all, or else who have accustomed themselves to blood invariably on abstract ideas, that ever feel ennui.
People are not soured by misfortune, but by the reception they meet with in it.
A really great man has always an idea of something greater than himself.
A lively blockhead in company is a public benefit. Silence or dulness by the side of folly looks like wisdom.