We are too prone to find fault; let us look for some of the perfections.

A merely fallen enemy may rise again, but the reconciled one is truly vanquished.

A sublime soul can rise to all kinds of greatness, but by an effort; it can tear itself from all bondage, to all that limits and constrains it, but only by strength of will. Consequently the sublime soul is only free by broken efforts.

Not he who scorns the Saviour's yoke Should wear his cross upon the heart.

Be noble minded! Our own heart, and not other men's opinions of us, forms our true honor.

Every true genius is bound to be naive.

While the womanly god demands our veneration, the godlike woman kindles our love; but while we allow ourselves to melt in the celestial loveliness, the celestial self-sufficiency holds us back in awe.