Divide and rule, the politician cries; unite and lead, is watchword of the wise.

Were the eye not of the sun, How could we behold the light? If God's might and ours were not as one, How could His work enchant our sight?

I call architecture frozen music.

Do not give in too much to feelings. A overly sensitive heart is an unhappy possession on this shaky earth.

There is a courtesy of the heart; it is allied to love. From its springs the purest courtesy in the outward behavior.

What men usually say of misfortunes, that they never come alone, may with equal truth be said of good fortune; nay, of other circumstances which gather round us in a harmonious way, whether it arise from a kind of fatality, or that man has the power of attracting to himself things that are mutually related.

I will be lord over myself.