Nothing precludes sympathy so much as a perfect indifference to it.
We are governed by sympathy; and the extent of our sympathy is determined by that of our sensibility.
The best way to procure insults is to submit to them.
The love of liberty is the love of others; the love of power is the love of ourselves.
Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust; hatred alone is immortal.
True friendship is self-love at secondhand.
Life is a continued struggle to be what we are not, and to do what we cannot.
Our repugnance to death increases in proportion to our consciousness of having lived in vain.
We often repent the good we have done as well as the ill.
We often repent the good we have done as well as the ill., Characteristics, 1823