It is a sign of contraction of the mind when it is content, or of weariness.

The good, supreme, divine poetry is above the rules and reason. Whoever discerns its beauty with a firm, sedate gaze does not see it, any more than he sees the splendor of a lightning flash. It does not persuade our judgement, it ravishes and overwhelms it.

To understand via the heart is not to understand.

We do not correct the man we hang; we correct others by him.

No one but yourself knows whether you are cowardly and cruel, or loyal and devout; others do not see you; they surmise you by uncertain conjectures; they perceive not so much your nature as your art.

Everyone gives the title of barbarism to everything that is not in use in his own country.

There is no passion so much transports the sincerity of judgment as doth anger