By nature we have no defect that could not become a strength, no strength that could not become a defect.

The soul-stirring image of death is no bugbear to the sage, and is looked on without despair by the pious. It teaches the former to live, and it strengthens the hopes of the latter in salvation in the midst of distress. Death is new life to both.

He who would reproach an author for obscurity should look into his own mind to see whether it is quite clear there. In the dusk the plainest writing is illegible.

I call architecture frozen music.

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

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

A judge who cannot punish, in the end associates themselves with the criminal.