every generation has a conceit of itself which elevates it, in its own opinion, above that which comes after it.
All perfection is melancholy.
What happiness is there which is not purchased with more or less of pain?
It is so seldom in this world that things come just when they are wanted.
Good works may only be beautiful sins, if they are not done in a true spirit.
Oh, never mind the fashion. When one has a style of one's own, it is always twenty times better.