Pleasures are always children, pains always have wrinkles.

I do not call reason that brutal reason which crushes with its weight what is holy and sacred, that malignant reason which delights in the errors it succeeds in discovering, that unfeeling and scornful reason which insults credulity.

Drawing is speaking to the eye; talking is painting to the ear.

God multiplies intelligence, which communicates itself, like fire, ad infinitum. Light a thousand torches at one touch, the flame remains always the same.

Virtue is the health of the soul.

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

Strength is not energy; some authors have more muscles than talent.