None but those who are happy in themselves can make others so.

No really great man ever thought himself so.

Taste is nothing but an enlarged capacity for receiving pleasure from works of imagination.

We do not like our friends the worse because they sometimes give us an opportunity to rail at them heartily. Their faults reconcile us to their virtues.

Elegance is something more than ease; it is more than a freedom from awkwardness or restraint. It implies, I conceive, a precision, a polish, a sparkling, spirited yet delicate.

The discussing the characters and foibles of common friends is a great sweetness and cement of friendship.

There is no prejudice so strong as that which arises from a fancied exemption from all prejudice.