The mind's pleasures are made to calm the tempests of the heart.

a perfect piece of architecture kindles that aimless reverie, which bears the soul we know not whither.

The thing that must be preserved in all situations whatever is the reputation of one's character.

... in the history of the human mind there has never been a useful thought or a profound truth that has not found its century and admirers.

We always cut our poetical theories to suit our talent.

It seems to me that we become more dear one to the other, in together admiring works of art, which speak to the soul by their true grandeur.

Prayer is the life of the soul.