There are people who are virtuous only in a piece-meal way; virtue is a fabric from which they never make themselves a whole garment.

The punishment of those who have loved women too much is to love them always.

Words become luminous when the poet's finger has passed over them its phosphorescence.

The dregs may stir themselves as they please; they fall back to the bottom by their own coarseness.

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.

Children must be rendered reasonable, but not reasoners. The first thing to teach them is that it is reasonable for them to obey, and unreasonable for them to dispute.

The soul paints itself in our machines.