Proverbs, words, and grammar inflections convey the public sense with more purity and precision, than the wisest individual.

We write from aspiration and antagonism, as well as from experience. We paint those qualities which we do not posses.

I cannot go to the houses of my nearest relatives, because I do not wish to be alone. Society exists by chemical affinity, and not otherwise.

The intellect,-that is miraculous! Who has it, has the talisman: his skin and bones, though they were of the color of night, are transparent, and the everlasting stars shine through, with attractive beams.

Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same.

He that despiseth small things will perish by little and little.

Art is a jealous mistress.