Without a rich heart, wealth is an ugly beggar.
Wherever a man comes, there comes revolution. The old is for slaves.
A man is a method, a progressive arrangement; a selecting principle, gathering his like to him; wherever he goes.
Beauty is the pilot of the young soul.
Thoughts rule the world.
Heaven walks among us ordinarily muffled in such triple or tenfold disguises that the wisest are deceived and no one suspects the days to be gods.