The art of pleasing consists in being pleased.
No man would, I think, exchange his existence with any other man, however fortunate. We had as lief not be, as not be ourselves.
Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.
No man is truly great who is great only in his lifetime. The test of greatness is the page of history.
Genius only leaves behind it the monuments of its strength.
We had rather do anything than acknowledge the merit of another if we can help it. We cannot bear a superior or an equal. Hence ridicule is sure to prevail over truth, for the malice of mankind, thrown into the scale, gives the casting weight.