A man may be as much a fool from the want of sensibility as the want of sense.

Avarice is to the intellect what sensuality is to the morals.

If we can still love those who have made us suffer, we love them all the more.

It is not poverty so much as pretence that harasses a ruined man--the struggle between a proud mind and an empty purse--the keeping up a hollow show that must soon come to an end. Have the courage to appear poor, and you disarm poverty of its sharpest sting.

To some characters, fame is like an intoxicating cup placed to the lips,--they do well to turn away from it who fear it will turn their heads. But to others fame is "love disguised," the love that answers to love in its widest, most exalted sense.

Nature and truth are one, and immutable, and inseparable as beauty and love.

He that seeks popularity in art closes the door on his own genius: as he must needs paint for other minds, and not for his own.