Conscience is our unerring judge until we finally stifle it.
If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.
Rich men are resolved to be astonished at nothing. When they see a masterpiece, they must needs at one glance recognize some flaw to dispense them from admiration, a vulgar emotion.
Love and work have the virtues of making a man pretty indifferent to anything else.
Love is precisely to the moral nature what the sun is to the earth.
In the first woman we love, we love everything. Growing older, we love the woman only.