Blessed is the memory of those who have kept themselves unspotted from the world. Yet more blessed and more dear the memory of those who have kept themselves unspotted in the world.

There are no such self-deceivers as those who think they reason when they only feel.

Out of the attempt to harmonize our actual life with our aspirations, our experience with our faith, we make poetry, - or, it may be, religion.

Have the courage to appear poor and you disarm poverty of its sharpest sting.

Lavater told Goethe that on a certain occasion when he held the velvet bag in the church as collector of the offerings, he tried to observe only the hands; and he satisfied himself that in every individual the shape of the hand and of the fingers, the action and sentiment in dropping the gift into the bag, were distinctly different and individually characteristic.

In the art of design, color is to form what verse is to prose,--a more harmonious and luminous vehicle of the thought.

A good taste is often unconscious; a just taste is always conscious.