Even in the mud and scum of things, something always, always sings.

The Frenchman invented the ruffle; the Englishman added the shirt.

For splendor, there must somewhere be rigid economy. That the head of the house may go brave, the members must be plainly clad, and the town must save that the State may spend.

Be lord of a day, through wisdom and justice, and you can put up your history books.

The fatal trait of the times is the divorce between religion and morality.

Every experiment, by multitudes or by individuals, that has a sensual and selfish aim, will fail.

We animate what we can see, and we see only what we animate.