Many actions, like the Rhone, have two sources,--one pure, the other impure.

The feeling is often the deeper truth, the opinion the more superficial one.

Poetry is to philosophy what the Sabbath is to the rest of the week.

Who is fit to govern others? He who governs himself. You might as well have said: nobody.

Some minds are made of blotting-paper: you can write nothing on them distinctly. They swallow the ink, and you find a large spot.

Is bread the better for kneading? so is the heart. Knead it then by spiritual exercises; or God must knead it by afflictions.

If Painting be Poetry's sister, she can only be a sister Anne, who will see nothing but a flock of sheep, while the other bodies forth a troop of dragoons with drawn sabres and white-plumed helmets.