The deed is everything, the glory is naught.

The man who acts never has any conscience; no one has any conscience but the man who thinks

After fifteen minutes nobody looks at a rainbow.

The proper place for liberality is in the realm of the emotions.

A stated truth loses its grace, but a repeated error appears insipid and ridiculous.

Mediocrity has no greater consolation than in the thought that genius is not immortal.

Rejoice that you have still have a long time to live, before the thought comes to you that there is nothing more in the world to see.