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

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

The ordinary true, or purely real, cannot be the object of the arts. Illusion on a ground of truth,--that is the secret of the fine arts.

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

Grief - Happiness is to feel that one's soul is good; there is no other, in truth, and this kind of happiness may exist even in sorrow, so that there are griefs perfable to every joy, and such as would be preferred by all those who have felt them.

The passions should be purged; all may become innocent if they are well directed and moderated. Even hatred maybe a commendable feeling when it is caused by a lively love of good. Whatever makes the passions pure, makes them stronger, more durable, and more enjoyable.

Happy is the man who can do only one thing; in doing it, he fulfills his destiny.