The child, offered the mother's breast, Will not in the beginning grab it; But soon it clings to it with zest. And thus at wisdom's copious breasts You'll drink each day with greater zest.

The few of understanding, vision rare, Who veiled not from the herd their hearts, but tried, Poor generous fools, to lay their feelings bare, Them have men always burnt and crucified.

Higher aims are in themselves more valuable, even if unfulfilled, than lower ones quite attained.

Seldom in the business and transactions of ordinary life, do we find the sympathy we want.

Whenever I hear people talking about liberal ideas, I am always astounded that men should love to fool themselves with empty sounds. An idea should never be liberal; it must be vigorous, positive, and without loose ends so that it may fulfill its divine mission and be productive.

In praising or loving a child, we love and praise not that which is, but that which we hope for.

Nothing is more fearful than imagination without taste.