Genius, the Pythian of the beautiful, leaves its large truths a riddle to the dull.

What, after all, is heaven, but a transition from dim guesses and blind struggling with a mysterious and adverse fate to the fullness of all wisdom--from ignorance, in a word, to knowledge, but knowledge of what order?

What's money without happiness?

We cannot of ourselves estimate the degree of our success in what we strive for.

The law is a gun, which if it misses a pigeon always kills a crow; if it does not strike the guilty, it hits someone else. As every crime creates a law, so in turn every law creates a crime.

A good heart is better than all the heads in the world.

Expression is the mystery of beauty.