God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.
It is easier and handier for men to flatter than to praise.
Art is indeed not the bread but the wine of life.
Despair is the only genuine atheism.
Beauty attracts us men; but if, like an armed magnet it is pointed, beside, with gold and silver, it attracts with tenfold power.
In science the new is an advance; but in morals, as contradicting our inner ideals and historic idols, it is ever a retrogression.