Assuredly there is no more lovely worship of God than that for which no image is required, but which springs up in our breast spontaneously when nature speaks to the soul, and the soul speaks to nature face to face.

Individuality of expression is the beginning and end of all art.

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

A really great talent finds its happiness in execution.

Anecdotes and maxims are rich treasures to the man of the world, for he knows how to introduce the former at fit place in conversation.

Certain faults are necessary for the existence of the individual. We would resent it if old friends were to get rid of certain peculiarities.

The miller believes that all the wheat grows so that his mill keeps running.