A woman . . . always feels herself complimented by love, though it may be from a man incapable of winning her heart, or perhaps even her esteem.
Genius can never despise labour.
Genius is clairvoyant.
No great thought, no great object, satisfies the mind at first view, nor at the last.
Genius is always more suggestive than expressive.
I see that time divided is never long, and that regularity abridges all things.