All that is noble is in itself of a quiet nature, and appears to sleep until it is aroused and summoned forth by contrast.

He who only tastes his error will long dwell with it, will take delight in it as in a singular felicity; while he who drains it to the dregs will, if he be not crazy, find it to be what it is.

Ill-humor is nothing more than an inward feeling of our own want of merit, a dissatisfaction with ourselves which is always united with an envy that foolish vanity excites.

A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.

One glance, one word from you gives more pleasure than all the wisdom of this world.

In nature we never see anything isolated, but everything in connection with something else which is before it, beside it, under it and over it.

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