Science confounds everything; it gives to the flowers an animal appetite, and takes away from even the plants their chastity.

No one is mediocre who has good sense and good sentiments.

We should do good whenever we can and do kindness at all times, for at all times we can.

Only just the right quantum of wit should be put into a book; in conversation a little excess is allowable.

Tormented by the cursed ambition always to put a whole book in a page, a whole page in a sentence, and this sentence in a word. I am speaking of myself.

What can one possibly introduce into a mind that is already full, and full of itself?

How many people become abstract as a way of appearing profound.