Each Person's Work Is Always A Portrait

To Paint Things As They Are Requires A Minute Attention, And Employs The Memory Rather Than The Fancy.

I Fancy Mankind May Come, In Time, To Write All Aphoristically, Except In Narrative; Grow Weary Of Preparation, And Connection, And Illustration, And All Those Arts By Which A Big Book Is Made.

When Once The Forms Of Civility Are Violated, There Remains Little Hope Of Return To Kindness Or Decency.

Men Hate More Steadily Than They Love.

We Are Inclined To Believe Those Whom We Do Not Know Because They Have Never Deceived Us.