We must overact our part in some measure, in order to produce any effect at all.

Features alone do not run in the blood; vices and virtues, genius and folly, are transmitted through the same sure but unseen channel.

We are not satisfied to be right, unless we can prove others to be quite wrong.

Of all eloquence a nickname is the most concise; of all arguments the most unanswerable.

We are very much what others think of us. The reception our observations meet with gives us courage to proceed, or damps our efforts.

If we are long absent from our friends, we forget them; if we are constantly with them, we despise them.

A lively blockhead in company is a public benefit. Silence or dulness by the side of folly looks like wisdom.