Modern poets add a lot of water to their ink.

The public wishes itself to be managed like a woman; one must say nothing to it except what it likes to hear.

Great necessity elevates man, petty necessity casts him down

Pity on the person who has become accustomed to seeing in necessity something arbitrary, who ascribes to the arbitrary some sort of reason, and even claims that following that sort of reason has religious value.

One never goes further than when they do not know where they are going.

Individuality of expression is the beginning and end of all art.

Forget not that the man who cannot enjoy his own natural gifts in silence, and find his reward in the exercise of them, will generally find himself badly off.