He who, silent, loves to be with us - he who loves us in our silence - has touched one of the keys that ravish hearts.

He who can conceal his joys, is greater than he who can hide his griefs

Not every one who has the gift of speech understands the value of silence.

The enemy of art is the enemy of nature; art is nothing but the highest sagacity and exertion of human nature; and what nature will he honour who honours not the human?

Just so far as we are pleased at finding faults, are we displeased at finding perfection.

Certain trifling flaws sit as disgracefully on a character of elegance as a ragged button on a court dress.

Where pride begins, love ceases.