Our fears vanish as the danger approaches.

Familiarity reduces the greatness of things.

The arts are the servant; wisdom its master.

Life's neither a good nor an evil: it's a field for good and evil.

He who has fostered the sweet poison of love by fondling it, finds it too late to refuse the yoke which he has of his own accord assumed.

The sovereign good of man is a mind that subjects all things to itself and is itself subject to nothing; such a man's pleasures are modest and reserved, and it may be a question whether he goes to heaven, or heaven comes to him; for a good man is influenced by God Himself, and has a kind of divinity within him.

The rust of the mind is the destruction of genius.