We do not die wholly at our deaths: we have mouldered away gradually long before. Faculty after faculty, interest after interest, attachment after attachment disappear: we are torn from ourselves while living.

The Princess Borghese, Bonaparte's sister, who was no saint, sat to Canova as a reclining Venus, and being asked if she did not feel a little uncomfortable, replied, "No. There was a fire in the room."

Envy among other ingredients has a mixture of the love of justice in it. We are more angry at undeserved than at deserved good-fortune.

There is nothing more to be esteemed than a manly firmness and decision of character.

Confidence gives a fool the advantage over a wise man.

Every one in a crowd has the power to throw dirt; none out of ten have the inclination.

I can enjoy society in a room; but out of doors, nature is company enough for me