Only to youth will spring be spring.

For it is only the finite that has wrought and suffered; the infinite lies stretched in smiling repose.

Character is always known. Thefts never enrich; alms never impoverish; murder will speak out of stone walls.

Wise men are not wise at all times.

Why needs a man be rich? Why must he have horses, fine garments, handsome apartments, access to public houses, and places of amusement? Only for want of thought.

In the true mythology, Love is an immortal child, and Beauty leads him as a guide; nor can we express a deeper sense than when we say, Beauty is the pilot of the young soul.

The compensations of calamity are made apparent to the understanding also, after long intervals of time.