Rest not Life is sweeping by go and dare before you die. Something mighty and sublime, leave behind to conquer time.
Miracle is the pet child of faith.
Words are mere sound and smoke, dimming the heavenly light.
The spirit from which we act is the principal matter.
Nothing is so atrocious as fancy without taste.
There is nothing in the world more pitiable than an irresolute man, oscillating between two feelings, who would willingly unite the two and who does not perceive that nothing can unite them