We go on a journey to be free of all impediments; to leave ourselves behind much more than to get rid of others

Wit is the salt of conversation, not the food.

We can bear to be deprived of everything but our self-conceit.

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

No man would, I think, exchange his existence with any other man, however fortunate. We had as lief not be, as not be ourselves.

People of genius do not excel in any profession because they work in it, they work in it because they excel.

Without the aid of prejudice and custom, I should not be able to find my way across the room.