Things are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome, but, until they speak to the imagination, not yet beautiful.

Democracy is morose, and runs to anarchy.

Bad times have a scientific value. These are occasions a good learner would not miss.

Not in nature but in man is all the beauty and worth he sees. The world is very empty, and is indebted to this gilding, exalting soul for all its pride.

The artists must be sacrificed to their art. Like the bees, they must put their lives into the sting they give.

When we see a soul whose acts are all regal, graceful, and pleasant as roses, we must thank God that such things can be and are.

God will not have his work made manifest by cowards