Every great idea exerts, on first appearing, a tyrannical influence: Hence, the advantages it brings are turned all too soon into disadvantages.

There is no better deliverance from the world than through art, and a man can form no surer bond with it.

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

The soul-stirring image of death is no bugbear to the sage, and is looked on without despair by the pious. It teaches the former to live, and it strengthens the hopes of the latter in salvation in the midst of distress. Death is new life to both.

The rose is wont with pride to swell, and ever seeks to rise.

There is no remedy but love for the great superiority of others

Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.