I do not think there is anything deserving the name of society to be found out of London.

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

Every one in a crowd has the power to throw dirt; none out of ten have the inclination.

We often choose a friend as we do a mistress - for no particular excellence in themselves, but merely from some circumstance that flatters our self-love.

Without life there can be no action — no objects of pursuit — no restless desires — no tormenting passions. Hence it is that we fondly cling to it — that we dread its termination as the close, not of enjoyment, but of hope.

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

No act terminating in itself constitutes greatness.