The dupe of friendship, and the fool of love; have I not reason to hate and to despise myself? Indeed I do; and chiefly for not having hated and despised the world enough. |
The English (it must be owned) are rather a foul-mouthed nation. |
The essence of poetry is will and passion. |
The fields his study, nature was his book. |
The garb of religion is the best cloak for power. |
The generality of mankind are contented to be estimated by what they possess instead of what they are. |
The great requisite for the prosperous management of ordinary business is the want of imagination. |
The greatest grossness sometimes accompanies the greatest refinement, as a natural relief. |
The greatest offence against virtue is to speak ill of it. |
The greatest reverses of fortune are the most easily borne from a sort of dignity belonging to them. |
The ignorance of the world leaves one at the mercy of its malice |
The incentive to ambition is the love of power. |
The incognito of an inn is one of its striking privileges. |
The Irish are hearty, the Scotch plausible, the French polite, the Germans good-natured, the Italians courtly, the Spaniards reserved and decorous - the English alone seem to exist in taking and giving offense |
The least pain in our little finger gives us more concern and uneasiness than the destruction of millions of our fellow beings |