Poetry is the apotheosis of sentiment.

Anyone who can see as far as tomorrow in politics arouses the wrath of people who can see no farther than today.

Wit lies in recognizing the resemblance among things which differ and the difference between things which are alike.

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.

Gaiety pleases more when we are assured that it does not cover carelessness.

Divine Wisdom, intending to detain us some time on earth, has done well to cover with a veil the prospect of the life to come; for if our sight could clearly distinguish the opposite bank, who would remain on this tempestuous coast of time?

In matters of the heart, nothing is true except the improbable.