Imagination is the eye of the soul.
Ideas never lack for words. It is words that lack ideas.
Men must be either the slaves of duty, or the slaves of force.
We measure minds by their stature; it would be better to esteem them by their beauty.
Genius begins beautiful works, but only labor finishes them.
Grief - Happiness is to feel that one's soul is good; there is no other, in truth, and this kind of happiness may exist even in sorrow, so that there are griefs perfable to every joy, and such as would be preferred by all those who have felt them.