Uselessness is a fatal accusation to bring against any act which is done for its presumed utility, but those which are done for their own sake are their own justification.

In unphilosophical minds any rare or unexpected thing excites wonder, while in philosophical minds the familiar excites wonder also.

For Shakespeare, in the matter of religion, the choice lay between Christianity and nothing. He chose nothing.

There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval.

Progress, far from consisting in change, depends on retentiveness. Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

All beauties are to be honored, but only one embraced.

Beauty is a pledge of the possible conformity between the soul and nature, and consequently a ground of faith in the supremacy of the good.