It is with charity as with money--the more we stand in need of it, the less we have to give away.
We trifle when we assign limits to our desires, since nature hath set none.
Dishonesty is a forsaking of permanent for temporary advantages.
Truth comes to us from the past, as gold is washed down from the mountains of Sierra Nevada, in minute but precious particles, and intermixed with infinite alloy, the debris of the centuries.
The great artist is a slave to his ideals.
There are some kinds of men who cannot pass their time alone; they are the flails of occupied people.(Bonald, M.} There are few wild beasts more to be dreaded than a communicative man having nothing to communicate.