Utility is the great idol of the age, to which all powers must do service and all talents swear allegiance.

Rigor pushed too far is sure to miss its aim, however good, as the bow snaps that is bent too stiffly.

Joy all creatures drink At nature's bosoms.

A virtuous name is the precious only good, for which queens and peasants' wives must contest together.

You have to go the rounds from individual to individual in order to gather the totality of the race.

The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and billows.

If you want to study yourself, look into the hearts of other people. If you want to study other people, look into your own heart.