The solitary knows the essence of the thought, the scholar in society only its fair face.

It is not length of life, but depth of life.

And dazzling memory revive.Refresh the faded tints, Recut the aged prints, And write my old adventures, with the pen Which, on the first day, drew Upon the tablets blue The dancing Pleiads, and the eternal men.

All men in the abstract are just and good.

We must trust infinitely to the beneficent necessity which shines through all laws. Human nature expresses itself in them as characteristically as in statues, or songs, or railroads, and an abstract of the codes of nations would be an abstract of the common conscience.

All men are poets at heart. They serve nature for bread, but her loveliness overcomes them sometimes.

Whilst all the world is in pursuit of power, culture corrects the theory of success.