If I mayn't tell you what I feel, what is the use of a friend?

There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write.

No particular motive for living, except the custom and habit of it.

Ah! gracious Heaven gives us eyes to see our own wrong, however dim age may make them; and knees not too stiff to kneel, in spite of years, cramp, and rheumatism.

I have seen no men in life loving their profession so much as painters, except, perhaps, actors, who, when not engaged themselves, always go to the play.

If fun is good, truth is still better, and love best of all.

The best of women are hypocrites.