Life is unnecessarily long. Moments of insight, of fine personal relation, a smile, a glance,--what ample borrowers of eternity they are!

But a compassion for that which is not and cannot be useful and lovely, is degrading and futile.

When the eyes say one thing, and the tongue another, a practiced man relies on the language of the first.

We seek our friend not sacredly, but with an adulterate passion which would appropriate him to ourselves.

A more secret, sweet, and overpowering beauty appears to man when his heart and mind open to the sentiment of virtue. Then he is instructed in what is set above him. He learns that his being is without bound; that to the good, to the perfect, he is born, low as he now lies in evil and weakness.

Only to youth will spring be spring.

If a man knew anything, he would sit in a corner and be modest; but he is such an ignorant peacock, that he goes bustling up and down, and hits on extraordinary discoveries.