Genius, like humanity, rusts for want of use.

People do not seem to talk for the sake of expressing their opinions, but to maintain an opinion for the sake of talking.

Our friends are generally ready to do everything for us, except the very thing we wish them to do.

The temple of fame stands upon the grave: the flame that burns upon its altars is kindled from the ashes of great men.

The perfect joys of heaven do not satisfy the cravings of nature.

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

Humour is the making others act or talk absurdly and unconsciously; wit is the pointing out and ridiculing that absurdity consciously, and with more or less ill-nature.