Society develops wit, but its contemplation alone forms genius.

Mystery such as is given of God is beyond the power of human penetration, yet not in opposition to it.

Who understands much, forgives much.

Nothing recalls the past like music.

When at eve, at the bounding of the landscape, the heavens appear to recline so slowly on the earth, imagination pictures beyond the horizon an asylum of hope, - a native land of love; and nature seems silently to repeat that man is immortal.

intellect is a sin that must be atoned for by leading exactly the life of those who have none.

[Moralistic] novels are at the same disadvantage as teachers: children never believe them, because they make everything that happens relate to the lesson at hand.