The world is so ordered that we must, in a material sense, lose everything we have and love, one thing after another, until we ourselves close our eyes.

Tyrants are seldom free; the cares and the instruments of their tyranny enslave them.

Happiness is the only sanction of life; where happiness fails, existence remains a mad and lamentable experiment.

Religion is indeed a convention which a man must be bred in to endure with any patience; and yet religion, for all its poetic motley, comes closer than work-a-day opinion to the heart of things.

The earth has music for those who listen.

The mass of mankind is divided into two classes, the Sancho Panza's who have a sense for reality, but no ideals, and the Don Quixote's with a sense for ideals, but mad.

Eloquence is a republican art, as conversation is an aristocratic one.