To be remembered after we are dead, is but poor recompense for being treated with contempt while we are living.

In love we do not think of moral qualities, and scarcely of intellectual ones. Temperament and manner alone, with beauty, excite love.

A felon could plead "benefit of clergy" and be saved by [reading aloud] what was aptly enough termed the "neck verse", which was very usually the Miserere mei of Psalm 51.

Mankind are so ready to bestow their admiration on the dead, because the latter do not hear it, or because it gives no pleasure to the objects of it. Even fame is the offspring of envy.

We are not hypocrites in our sleep.

The severest critics are always those who have either never attempted, or who have failed in original composition.

No young man ever thinks he shall die.