Intellect is a fire; rash and pitiless it melts this wonderful bone-house which is called man. Genius even, as it is the greatestgood, is the greatest harm.

If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.

A divine person is the prophecy of the mind; a friend is the hope of the heart.

I can reason down or deny everything, except this perpetual Belly: feed he must and will, and I cannot make him respectable.

Whenever the pulpit is usurped by a formalist, then is the worshipper defrauded and disconsolate.

We are rich only through what we give, and poor only through what we refuse.

It does not hurt weak eyes to look into beautiful eyes never so long.