Do not keep on with a mockery of friendship after the substance is gone - but part, while you can part friends. Bury the carcass of friendship: it is not worth embalming. |
Envy among other ingredients has a mixture of the love of justice in it. We are more angry at undeserved than at deserved good-fortune. |
Even in the common affairs of life, in love, friendship, and marriage, how little security have we when we trust our happiness in the hands of others! |
Every man, in his own opinion, forms an exception to the ordinary rules of morality. |
Every one in a crowd has the power to throw dirt: nine out of ten have the inclination |
Everything is in motion. Everything flows. Everything is vibrating. |
Fame is the inheritance not of the dead, but of the living. It is we who look back with lofty pride to the great names of antiquity. |
Fashion is gentility running away from vulgarity and afraid of being overtaken |
Few things tend more to alienate friendship than a want of punctuality in our engagements. I have known the breach of a promise to dine or sup to break up more than one intimacy. |
First impressions are often the truest, as we find (not infrequently) to our cost, when we have been wheedled out of them by plausible professions or studied actions. A man's look is the work of years; it is stamped on his countenance by the events of his whole life, nay, more, by the hand of nature, and it is not to be got rid of easily. |
Gallantry to women - the sure road to their favor - is nothing but the appearance of extreme devotion to all their wants and wishes, a delight in their satisfaction, and a confidence in yourself as being able to contribute toward it |
General principles are not the less true or important because from their nature they elude immediate observation; they are like the air, which is not the less necessary because we neither see nor feel it. |
Genius is a native to the soil where it grows - is fed by the air, and warmed by the sun; and is not a hothouse plant or an exotic |
Genius, like humanity, rusts for the want of use |
Give me the clear blue sky above my head, and the green turf beneath my feet, a winding road before me, and a three hours' march to dinner - and then to thinking! It is hard if I cannot start some game on these lone heaths. |