Man is born barbarous--he is ransomed from the condition of beasts only by being cultivated.

Good manners require space and time.

Friendship, sweet-resting place of the soul, the gloaming wherein our hearts find peace.

Man is God by his faculty for thought.

Limited in his nature, infinite in his desires, man is a fallen god who remembers the heavens.

God has placed the genius of women in their hearts, because the works of this genius are always works of love.

After his blood, that which a man can next give out of himself is a tear.