Religion must be loved as a kind of country and nursing-mother. It was religion that nourished our virtues, that showed us heaven, that taught us to walk in the path of duty.

Criticism even should not be without its charms. When quite devoid of all amenities, it is no longer literary.

The sound of the drum drives out thought; for that very reason it is the most military of instruments.

Without the spiritual world the material world is a disheartening enigma.

If fortune wishes to make a man estimable, she gives him virtues; if she wishes to make him esteemed, she gives him success.

Haughty people seem to me to have, like the dwarfs, the stature of a child and the face of a man.

Fully to understand a grand and beautiful thought requires, perhaps, as much time as to conceive it.