For just when ideas fail, a word comes in to save the situation.

Nothing is so atrocious as fancy without taste.

Classicism is health, romanticisim is sickness.

Nothing will change the fact that I cannot produce the least thing without absolute solitude.

The most fortunate of men, Be he a king or commoner, is he Whose welfare is assured in his own home.

The most happy man is he who knows how to bring into relation the end and beginning of his life.

To be pleased with one's limits is a wretched state.