The more I see of man, the more I like dogs.
We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.
How true it is that, sooner or later, the' most rebellious must bow beneath the yoke of misfortune!
Man's most valuable faculty is his imagination.
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.
Society develops wit, but its contemplation alone forms genius.