Success causes us to be more praised than known.

As long as we love, we lend to the beloved object qualities of mind and heart which we deprive him of when the day of misunderstanding arrives.

Solitude vivifies, isolation kills.

The folly which we might have ourselves committed is the one which we are least ready to pardon in another.

The Holy Scriptures praise the dew of the morning and the dew of the evening; ros matutinum, ros serotinum! Happy is he who possesses the gift of tears! when young, he will bear flowers; when old, fruit!

The chief cause of our misery is less the violence of our passions than the feebleness of our virtues.

Poetry is the exquisite expression of exquisite impressions.