Truth takes the stamp of the souls it enters. It is rigorous and rough in arid souls, but tempers and softens itself in loving natures.
Truth consists of having the same idea about something that God has.
Antiquity! I like its ruins better than its reconstructions.
I resemble the poplar,--that tree which, even when old, still looks young.
Of what delights are we deprived by our excesses!
I would fain coin wisdom,—mould it, I mean, into maxims, proverbs, sentences, that can easily be retained and transmitted. Would that I could denounce and banish from the language of men—as base money—the words by which they cheat and are cheated!