Everywhere, we learn only from those whom we love.

There is no patriotic art.

The way you see people is the way you treat them, and the way you treat them is what they become.

All sects seem to me to be right in what they assert, and wrong in what they deny.

We are so constituted that we believe the most incredible things; and, once they are engraved upon the memory, woe to him who would endeavor to erase them.

Modern poets add a lot of water to their ink.

What sort of faults may we retain, nay, even cherish in ourselves? Those faults which are rather pleasant than offensive to others.