Minds which never rest are subject to many digressions.

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.

The soul paints itself in our machines.

Of what delights are we deprived by our excesses!

We measure minds by their stature; it would be better to esteem them by their beauty.

Never be sad for what is over, just be glad it was once yours. Kindness is loving people more than they deserve.

Liquid, flowing words are the choicest and the best, if language is regarded as music. But when it is considered as a picture, then there are rough words which are very telling, they make their mark.