Nothing can be colder than his head, when the lightnings of his imagination are playing in the sky.

He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser, sees newly every time he looks at the object beloved, drawing from it with his eyes and his mind those virtues which it possesses.

Happy is the house that shelters a friend! It might well be built, like a festal bower or arch, to entertain him a single day. Happier, if he know the solemnity of that relation, and honor its law! He offers himself a candidate for that covenant comes up, like an Olympian, to the great games, where the first- born of the world are the competitors.

We sell the thrones of angels for a short and turbulent pleasure.

Each man is a hero and an oracle to somebody.

Great men exist that there might be greater men.

There are men who, by their sympathetic attractions, carry nations with them, and lead the activity of the human race.