Men have torn up the roads which led to Heaven, and which all the world followed; now we have to make our own ladders.

Grace is in garments, in movements, in manners; beauty in the nude, and in forms. This is true of bodies; but when we speak of feelings, beauty is in their spirituality, and grace in their moderation.

Logic is to grammar what the sense of words is to their sound.

Misery is almost always the result of thinking.

Our life is woven wind.

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

I love prudence very little, if it is not moral.