Before we acquire great power we must acquire wisdom to use it well.
Life is a festival only to the wise. Seen from the nook and chimneyside of prudence, it wears a ragged and dangerous front.
No facts to me are sacred; none are profane.
A sleeping child gives me the impression of a traveler in a very far country.
Cunning is strength withheld.
The picture waits for my verdict; it is not to command me, but I am to settle its claim to praise.