Haughty people seem to me to have, like the dwarfs, the stature of a child and the face of a man.

All are born to observe order, but few are born to establish it.

Without the spiritual world the material world is a disheartening enigma.

In temperance there is ever cleanliness and elegance.

Nothing which does not transport is poetry. The lyre is a winged instrument.

Virtue is the health of the soul.

You have to be like the pebble in the stream, keeping the grain and rolling along without being dissolved or dissolving anything else.