The true barbarian is he who thinks everything barbarous but his own tastes and prejudices.

The characteristic of Chaucer is intensity: of Spencer, remoteness: of Milton elevation and of Shakespeare everything.

Envy is a littleness of soul, which cannot see beyond a certain point, and if it does not occupy the whole space feels itself excluded.

There is something captivating in spirit and intrepidity, to which, we often yield as to a resistless power; nor can he reasonably expect, the confidence of others who too apparently distrusts himself.

A man knows his companion in a long journey and a little inn.

When I am in the country, I wish to vegetate like the country.

The art of pleasing consists in being pleased.