Nothing is really so poor and melancholy as art that is interested in itself and not in its subject.

People who feel themselves to be exiles in this world are mightily inclined to believe themselves citizens of another.

Skepticism is the chastity of the intellect, and it is shameful to surrender it too soon or to the first comer.

The highest form of vanity is love of fame.

Mortality has its compensations; one is that all evils are transitory, another that better times may come.

Man is as full of potential as he is of importance.

Man is not made to understand life, but to live it.