Money is a terrible blab; she will betray the secrets of her owner, whatever he do to gag her. His virtues will creep out in her whisper; his vices she will cry aloud at the top of her tongue.

A man of genius is inexhaustible only in proportion as he is always renourishing his genius.

The Italians have voices like peacocks - German gives me a cold in the head - and Russian is nothing but sneezing

The real truthfulness of all works of imagination, sculpture, painting, and written fiction, is so purely in the imagination, that the artist never seeks to represent positive truth, but the idealized image of a truth

Evening is the delight of virtuous age; it seems an emblem of the tranquil close of busy life--serene, placid, and mild, with the impress of its great Creator stamped upon it; it spreads its quiet wings over the grave, and seems to promise that all shall be peace beyond it.

The curse of the great is ennui.

What ever our wandering our happiness will always be found within a narrow compass, and in the middle of the objects more immediately within our reach.