I hate to be near the sea, and to hear it roaring and raging like a wild beast in its den. It puts me in mind of the everlasting efforts of the human mind, struggling to be free, and ending just where it began.

Poverty is the test of civility and the touchstone of friendship.

To get others to come into our ways of thinking, we must go over to theirs; and it is necessary to follow, in order to lead.

Mankind are a herd of knaves and fools. It is necessary to join the crowd, or get out of their way, in order not to be trampled to death by them.

There are no rules for friendship. It must be left to itself. We cannot force it any more than love.

Our friends are generally ready to do everything for us, except the very thing we wish them to do.

We must be doing something to be happy.