I please myself with the graces of the winter scenery, and believe that we are as much touched by it as by the genial influences of summer.

Self-reliance is its aversion. It loves not realities and creators, but names and customs.

The Greek epigram intimates that the force of love is not shown by the courting of beauty, but where the like desire is inflamed for one who is ill-favored.

[Gratitude is] the cheerfulness of wisdom.

Thou art to me a delicious torment.

There can never be deep peace between two spirits, never mutual respect, until, in their dialogue, each stands for the whole world.

What is man born for but to be a Reformer, a Remaker of what man has made? A renouncer of lies; a restorer of truth and good? Imitating that great Nature which embossoms us all, and which sleeps no moment on an old past, but every hour repairs herself, yielding us every morning a new day, with every breath a new life?