The public have neither shame or gratitude.

The English (it must be owned) are rather a foul-mouthed nation.

Genius only leaves behind it the monuments of its strength.

There is a quiet repose and steadiness about the happiness of age, if the life has been well spent. Its feebleness is not painful. The nervous system has lost its acuteness. But, in mature years we feel that a burn, a scald, a cut, is more tolerable than it was in the sensitive period of youth.

Nothing precludes sympathy so much as a perfect indifference to it

They are the only honest hypocrites, their life is a voluntary dream, a studied madness.

When a thing ceases to be a subject of controversy, it ceases to be a subject of interest.