Grace has been defined as the outward expression of the inward harmony of the soul.

So I have loitered my life away, reading books, looking at pictures, going to plays, hearing, thinking, writing on what pleased me best. I have wanted only one thing to make me happy, but wanting that have wanted everything.

Familiarity confounds all traits of distinction; interest and prejudice take away the power of judging.

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

Envy is a littleness of soul, which cannot see beyond a certain point, and if it does not occupy the whole space feels itself excluded.

The art of pleasing consists in being pleased.

Do not quarrel with the world too soon; for, bad as it may be, it is the best we have to live in, here. If railing would have made it better, it would have been reformed long ago.