A really great man has always an idea of something greater than himself.

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.

The dupe of friendship, and the fool of love; have I not reason to hate and to despise myself? Indeed I do; and chiefly for not having hated and despised the world enough.

It is well there is no one without fault; for he would not have a friend in the world. He would seem to belong to s different species.

It is remarkable how virtuous and generously disposed every one is at a play.

To create an unfavorable impression, it is not necessary that certain things should be true, but that they have been said.

The imagination is of so delicate a texture that even words wound it.