Language, If It Throws A Veil Over

To Be Remembered After We Are Dead, Is But Poor Recompense For Being Treated With Contempt While We Are Living.

What Passes In The World For Talent Or Dexterity Or Enterprise Is Often Only A Want Of Moral Principle. We May Succeed Where Others Fail, Not From A Greater Share Of Invention, But From Not Being Nice In The Choice Of Expedients.

The True Barbarian Is He Who Thinks Everything Barbarous But His Own Tastes And Prejudices.

Women Never Reason, And Therefore They Are (comparatively) Seldom Wrong.

Painters... Are The Most Lively Observers Of What Passes In The World About Them, And The Closest Observers Of What Passes In Their Own Minds.