I would rather be attacked than unnoticed. For the worst thing you can do to an author is to be silent as to his works. An assault upon a town is a bad thing; but starving it is still worse.
Wine gives a man nothing. It neither gives him knowledge nor wit; it only animates a man, and enables him to bring out what a dread of the company has repressed. It only puts in motion what had been locked up in frost.
Whoever thinks of going to bed before twelve o clock is a scoundrel.
It was his peculiar happiness that he scarcely ever found a stranger whom he did not leave a friend; but it must likewise be added, that he had not often a friend long without obliging him to become a stranger.
To strive with difficulties, and to conquer them, is the highest human felicity.
There are some sluggish men who are improved by drinking; as there are fruits that are not good until they are rotten.
Curiosity is, in great and generous minds, the first passion and the last.
Self-confidence is the first requisite to great undertakings.
No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring.
Worth seeing? Yes; but not worth going to see.
The wise man applauds he who he thinks most virtuous; the rest of the world applauds the wealthy.
The use of traveling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.
He is a benefactor of mankind who contracts the great rules of life into short sentences, that may be easily impressed on the memory, and so recur habitually to the mind.
A decent provision for the poor is the true test of civilization.
Politics are now nothing more than means of rising in the world. With this sole view do men engage in politics, and their whole conduct proceeds upon it.
If a man could say nothing against a character but what he can prove, history could not be written.
Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.
There is no wisdom in useless and hopeless sorrow, but there is something in it so like virtue, that he who is wholly without it cannot be loved.
To act from pure benevolence is not possible for finite human beings, Human benevolence is mingled with vanity, interest, or some other motive.
Sir, a man may be so much of everything, that he is nothing of anything.
Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth.
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