The rain comes when the wind calls.

Go forth into the busy world and love it. Interest yourself in its life, mingle kindly with its joys and sorrows.

Better be a nettle in the side of your friend than his echo.

Every moment instructs, and every object; for wisdom is infused into every form. It has been poured into us as blood; it convulsed us as pain; it slid into us as pleasure; it enveloped us in dull, melancholy days, or in days of cheerful labor; we did not guess its essence until after long time.

The less a man thinks or knows about his virtues, the better we like him.

Art is the need to create; but in its essence, immense and universal, it is impatient of working with lame or tied hands, and of making cripples and monsters, such as all pictures and statues are. Nothing less than the creation of man and nature is its end.

It is dainty to be sick if you have leisure and convenience for it.