If all these devils really exist it proves there must be angels, too.

The beginning of faith is the beginning of fruitfulness; but the beginning of unbelief, however glittering, is empty.

Talent develops in quiet, alone; character is sharpened in the torrent of the world.

The old lose one of the greatest privileges of man, for they are no longer judged by their contemporaries.

One never learns to understand truly anything but what one loves.

Those only obtain love, for the most part, who seek it not.

One of the most striking signs of the decay of art is the intermixing of different genres.