We must overact our part in some measure, in order to produce any effect at all.

They are the only honest hypocrites, their life is a voluntary dream, a studied madness.

Every man, in his own opinion, forms an exception to the ordinary rules of morality.

As is our confidence, so is our capacity.

There is a secret pride in every human heart that revolts at tyranny. You may order and drive an individual, but you cannot make him respect you.

He talked on for ever; and you wished him to talk on for ever.

There is an unseemly exposure of the mind, as well as of the body.

Without the aid of prejudice and custom, I should not be able to find my way across the room.

We are all of us, more or less, the slaves of opinion.

There is no one thoroughly despicable. We cannot descend much lower than an idiot; and an idiot has some advantages over a wise man.