The fine arts once divorcing themselves from truth are quite certain to fall mad, if they do not die.
Science must have originated in the feeling that something was wrong.
A true delineation of the smallest man is capable of interesting the greatest man.
All human things do require to have an ideal in them; to have some soul in them.
Alas! while the body stands so broad and brawny, must the soul lie blinded, dwarfed, stupefied, almost annihilated? Alas! this was, too, a breath of God, bestowed in heaven, but on earth never to be unfolded!
A laugh, to be joyous, must flow from a joyous heart, for without kindness, there can be no true joy.