We grow tired of ourselves, much more of other people.

Everything is in motion. Everything flows. Everything is vibrating.

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.

The greatest grossness sometimes accompanies the greatest refinement, as a natural relief.

No young man ever thinks he shall die.

It is not the passion of a mind struggling with misfortune, or the hopelessness of its desires, but of a mind preying on itself, and disgusted with, or indifferent to all other things.

Men of the greatest genius are not always the most prodigal of their encomiums. But then it is when their range of power is confined, and they have in fact little perception, except of their own particular kind of excellence.