The book-worm wraps himself up in his web of verbal generalities, and sees only the glimmering shadows of things reflected from the minds of others.
Words are the only things that last for ever.
To be happy, we must be true to nature and carry our age along with us.
An honest man speaks the truth, though it may give offence; a vain man, in order that it may.
Repose is as necessary in conversation as in a picture.
In love we do not think of moral qualities, and scarcely of intellectual ones. Temperament and manner alone, with beauty, excite love.