Our foibles are really what make us lovable.

The soul of the Christian religion is reverence.

The mob has nothing to lose, everything to gain.

Beauty is a primeval phenomenon, which itself never makes its appearance, but the reflection of which is visible in a thousand different utterances of the creative mind, and is as various as nature herself.

Let no one be like another, yet everyone like the highest. How is this done? Be each one perfect in himself.

Beware of wishing for anything in youth, because you will get it in middle age.

In the end we are all separate: our stories, no matter how similar, come to a fork and diverge. We are drawn to each other because of our similarities, but it is our differences we must learn to respect.