The moral sense reappears today with the same morning newness that has been from of old the fountain of beauty and strength. You say there is no religion now. 'Tis like saying in rainy weather, There is no sun, when at that moment we are witnessing one of its superlative effects.

We know that madness belongs to love,--what power to paint a vile object in hues of heaven.

Each particle is a microcosm, and faithfully renders the likeness of the world.

The first questions are always to be asked, and the wisest doctor is gravelled by the inquisitiveness of a child.

Ennui shortens life, and bereaves the day of its light.

Proportion is almost impossible to human beings. There is no one who does not exaggerate.

A great man scarcely knows how he dines, how he dresses; but without railing or precision, his living is natural and poetic.