Let us answer a book of ink with a book of flesh and blood.

All infractions of love and equity in our social relations are speedily punished-by fear...be honest with a man and you have no fear. Try to deceive and the relationship deteriorates.

That which we persist in doing becomes easier to do, not that the nature of the thing has changed but that our power to do has increased.

The Gothic cathedral is a blossoming in stone subdued by the insatiable demand of harmony in man.

Wit makes its own welcome, and levels all distinctions. No dignity, no learning, no force of character, can make any stand against good wit.

My joy in friends, those sacred people, is my consolation.

The intellect,-that is miraculous! Who has it, has the talisman: his skin and bones, though they were of the color of night, are transparent, and the everlasting stars shine through, with attractive beams.