There are no rules for friendship. It must be left to itself. We cannot force it any more than love.

We prefer a person with vivacity and high spirits, though bordering upon insolence, to the timid and pusillanimous; we are fonder of wit joined to malice than of dullness without it.

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.

None but those who are happy in themselves can make others so.

No man can thoroughly master more than one art or science.

The person whose doors I enter with most pleasure, and quit with most regret, never did me the smallest favor.

We grow tired of everything but turning others into ridicule, and congratulating ourselves on their defects.