Wit is the salt of conversation, not the food.
Dandyism is a variety of genius.
Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature and itself. He who has a contempt for poetry, cannot have much respect for himself, or for anything else.
He will never have true friends who is afraid of making enemies.
If the world were good for nothing else, it is a fine subject for speculation.
That which is not, shall never be; that which is, shall never cease to be. To the wise, these truths are self-evident.