Culture, far from giving us freedom, only develops, as it advances, new necessities; the fetters of the physical close more tightly around us, so that the fear of loss quenches even the ardent impulse toward improvement, and the maxims of passive obedience are held to be the highest wisdom of life.

Art is the right hand of Nature. The latter has only given us being, the former has made us men.

Love is only known by him who hopelessly persists in love.

Will it, and set to work briskly.

Man, living, feeling man, is the easy sport of the over-mastering present.

No cause has he to say his doom is harsh, who's made the master of his destiny.

One drop of hatred left in the cup of joy turns the most blissful draught into poison.