No man can be criticised but by a greater than he. Do not, then, read the reviews.

Politics is a deleterious profession, like some poisonous handicrafts.

Our globe discovers its bidden virtues, not only in heroes and arch-angels, but in gossips and nurses.

My doom and my strength is to be solitary.

A poem is made up of thoughts, each of which filled the whole sky of the poet in its turn.

The Church seems to totter to its fall, almost all life extinct. On this occasion, any complaisance would be criminal which told you, whose hope and commission it is to preach the faith of Christ, that the faith of Christ is preached.

We see the world piece by piece, as the sun, the moon, the animal, the tree; but the whole, of which these are shining parts, is the soul.