Man is a simple being, and however rich, varied, and unfathomable he may be, the cycle of his situations is soon run through.

Woe to falsehood! it affords no relief to the breast, like truth; it gives us no comfort, pains him who forges it, and like an arrow directed by a god flies back and wounds the archer.

On the pinnacle of success man does not stand firm long.

Old age is never honored among us, but only indulged, as childhood is; and old men lose one of the most precious rights of man,--that of being judged by their peers.

He who does not see the whole world in his friends, does not deserve that the world should hear of him.

When scholars study a thing, they strive to kill it first, if it's alive; then they have the parts and the'be lost the whole, for the link that's missing was the living soul.

Art is a mediator of the unspeakable.