But, if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from these heavenly worlds, will separate between him and what he touches. One might think the atmosphere was made transparent with this design, to give man, in the heavenly bodies, the perpetual presence of the sublime... But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.

To be gret is to be misunderstood.

A beautiful woman is a picture which drives all beholders nobly mad.

Other men are lenses through which we read our own minds. Each man seeks those of different quality from his own, and such as are good of their kind; that is, he seeks other men, and the rest.

The mass are animal, in pupilage, and near chimpanzee.

Manners are the happy ways of doing things; each once a stroke of genius or of love, now repeated and hardened into usage.

The flowers talk when the wind blows over them.