Prudence is the virtue of the senses. It is the science of appearances. It is the outmost action of the inward life.

The peace of the man who has forsworn the use of the bullet seems to me not quite peace, but a canting impotence.

He who would be a great soul in the future, must be a great soul now.

Things are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome, but, until they speak to the imagination, not yet beautiful.

Let us not be too much acquainted. I would have a man enter his house through a hall filled with heroic and sacred sculptures, that he might not want the hint of tranquillity and self-poise.

You must let go of a thing for a new one to come to you.

[Gratitude is] the cheerfulness of wisdom.