The world is the work of a single thought, expressed in a thousand different ways.

The mind may be exhausted, but the language of the heart is inexhaustible.

Conscience is doubtless sufficient to conduct the coldest character into the road of virtue; but enthusiasm is to conscience what honor is to duty; there is in us a superfluity of soul, which it is sweet to consecrate to the beautiful when the good has been accomplished.

In women's destiny everything goes downhill except for thought, whose immortal nature it is to keep constantly rising.

A man must know how to fly in the face of opinion; a woman to submit to it.

Tombs decked by the arts can scarcely represent death as a formidable enemy; we do not, indeed, like the ancients, carve sports and dances in the sarcophagus, but thought is diverted from the bier by works that tell of immortality, even from the altar of death.

inventiveness is childish, practice sublime.