When the soul communes with itself the lip is silent.

The haughty woman who can stand alone, and requires no leaning-place in our hearts, loses the spell of her sex.

It is the glorious doom of literature that the evil perishes and the good remains.

There is no society, however free and democratic, where wealth will not create an aristocracy.

Time, O my friend, is money! Time wasted can never conduce to money well managed.

Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies.

A man is arrogant in proportion to his ignorance. Man's natural tendency is to egotism. Man, in his infancy of knowledge, thinks that all creation was formed for him.