Everything in art is but a copy of nature.

When you enter a grove peopled with ancient trees, higher than the ordinary, and shutting out the sky with their thickly inter-twined branches, do not the stately shadows of the wood, the stillness of the place, and the awful gloom of this doomed cavern then strike you with the presence of a deity?

The first petition that we are to make to Almighty God is for a good conscience, the next for health of mind, and then of body.

Everyone rushes his life on, and suffers from a yearning for the future and a boredom with the present. But that man who devotes every hour to his own needs, who plans every day as if it were his last, neither longs for nor fears tomorrow.

It is sweet to mingle tears with tears; Griefs, where they wound in solitude, Wound more deeply.

The comfort of having a friend may be taken away, but not that of having had one.

In the meantime, cling tooth and nail to the following rule: not to give in to adversity, not to trust prosperity, and always take full note of fortune's habit of behaving just as she pleases.