A lovely countenance is the fairest of all sights, and the sweetest harmony is the sound of the voice of her whom we love.

Men blush less for their crimes than for their weaknesses and vanity.

We are more sociable, and get on better with people by the heart than the intellect.

In Friendship we only see those faults which may be prejudicial to our friends. In love we see no faults but those by which we suffer ourselves.

In art them is a point of perfection, as of goodness or maturity in nature; he who is able to perceive it, and who loves it, has perfect taste; he who does not feel it, or loves on this side or that, has an imperfect taste.

Criticism is as often a trade as a science, requiring, as it does, more health than wit, more labour than capacity, more practice than genius.

A wise man is not governed by others, nor does he try to govern them; he prefers that reason alone prevail.