A talent can be cultivated in tranquility; a character only in the rushing stream of life.

It is one of Heaven's best gifts to hold such a dear creature in one's arms.

Care is taken that trees do not grow into the sky.

Men are so inclined to content themselves with what is commonest; the spirit and the senses so easily grow dead to the impressions of the beautiful and perfect, that every one should study, by all methods, to nourish in his mind the faculty of feeling these things. ...For this reason, one ought every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.

I have observed that as long as one lives and bestirs himself, he can always find food and raiment, though it may not be of the choicest description.

Yet through delivery orators succeed, I feel that I am far behind indeed.

Two souls dwell, alas! in my breast.