To be pleased with one's limits is a wretched state.

All our knowledge is symbolic.

There are few who have at once thought and capacity for action. Thought expands, but lames; action animates, but narrows.

Who is the happiest man? He who is alive to the merit of others, and can rejoice in their enjoyment as if it were his own.

You can put up with everything in this world except not with a long stretch of beautiful days.

Art is a mediator of the unspeakable.

Few are open to conviction, but the majority of men are open to persuasion