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

Lord Byron is only great as a poet; as soon as he reflects he is a child.

Every man has enough power left to carry out that of which he is convinced.

Talk well of the absent whenever you have the opportunity.

The older I get the more I trust in the law according to which the rose and the lily bloom.

Each has his own happiness in his hands, as the artist handles the rude clay he seeks to reshape it into a figure; yet it is the same with this art as with all others: only the capacity for it is innate; the art itself must be learned and painstakingly practiced.

In politics as on a sickbed men toss from side to side in hope of lying more comfortably.