Death, they say, acquits us of all obligations.

To speak less of oneself than what one really is, is folly, not modesty; and to take that for current pay which is under a man's value, is pusillanimity and cowardice.

My art and profession is to live.

It is not a mind, it is not a body that we educate, but it is a man, and we must not make two parts of him.

The most unhappy and frail creatures are men and yet they are the proudest.

A man should keep for himself a little back shop, all his own, quite unadulterated, in which he establishes his true freedom and chief place of seclusion and solitude.

The souls of emperors and cobblers are cast in the same mold...The same reason that makes us wrangle with a neighbor creates a war betwixt princes.