No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness.

We deliberate not about ends, but about means.

To run away from trouble is a form of cowardice and, while it is true that the suicide braves death, he does it not for some noble object but to escape some ill.

In revolutions the occasions may be trifling but great interest are at stake.

Music directly imitates the passions or states of the soul...when one listens to music that imitates a certain passion, he becomes imbued withthe same passion; and if over a long time he habitually listens to music that rouses ignoble passions, his whole character will be shaped to an ignoble form.

Poverty is the parent of revolution and crime.

Happiness is an expression of the soul in considered actions.