We are cold to others only when we are dull in ourselves.

I hate anything that occupies more space than it is worth... I hate to see a parcel of big words without anything in them.

Malice often takes the garb of truth.

The number of objects we see from living in a large city amuses the mind like a perpetual raree-show, without supplying it with any ideas.

Life is the art of being well deceived; and in order that the deception may succeed it must be habitual and uninterrupted.

Literature, like nobility, runs in the blood.

The most violent friendships soonest wear themselves out.