You know more of a road by having traveled it than by all the conjectures and descriptions in the world.

The most violent friendships soonest wear themselves out.

Fame is the inheritance not of the dead, but of the living. It is we who look back with lofty pride to the great names of antiquity.

To give a reason for anything is to breed a doubt of it.

So I have loitered my life away, reading books, looking at pictures, going to plays, hearing, thinking, writing on what pleased me best. I have wanted only one thing to make me happy, but wanting that have wanted everything.

I do not think there is anything deserving the name of society to be found out of London.

To die is only to be as we were before we were born; yet no one feels any remorse, or regret, or repugnance, in contemplating this last idea.