It is play and only play that makes man complete.

Revenge is barren of itself: it is the dreadful food it feeds on; its delight is murder, and its end is despair.

A brave man hazards life, but not his conscience.

Whoever fails to turn aside the ills of life by prudent forethought, must submit to fulfill the course of destiny.

He that is over-cautious will accomplish but very little.

Virtue, though clothed in a beggar's garb, commands respect.

The Greeks put us to shame not only by their simplicity, which is foreign to our age; they are at the same time our rivals, nay, frequently our models, in those very points of superiority from which we seek comfort when regretting the unnatural character of our manners. We see that remarkable people uniting at once fullness of form and fullness of substance, both philosophising and creating, both tender and energetic, uniting a youthful fancy to the virility of reason in a glorious humanity.