Some one is generally sure to be the sufferer by a joke.

We trifle with, make sport of, and despise those who are attached to us, and follow those that fly from us.

To be happy, we must be true to nature and carry our age along with us.

Genius only leaves behind it the monuments of its strength.

We are never so much disposed to quarrel with others as when we are dissatisfied with ourselves.

The assumption of merit is easier, less embarrassing, and more effectual than the actual attainment of it.

Rules and models destroy genius and art.