Wit is the salt of conversation, not the food.

To be remembered after we are dead, is but poor recompense for being treated with contempt while we are living.

Our repugnance to death increases in proportion to our consciousness of having lived in vain.

Refinement creates beauty everywhere. It is the grossness of the spectator that discovers anything like grossness in the object.

Zeal will do more than knowledge.

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.

The humblest painter is a true scholar; and the best of scholars the scholar of nature.