Without kindness there can be no true joy.

No person was every rightly understood until they had been first regarded with a certain feeling, not of tolerance, but of sympathy.

The fine arts once divorcing themselves from truth are quite certain to fall mad, if they do not die.

Heroes, it would seem, exist always and a certain worship of them.

He who has no vision of eternity has no hold on time.

Perfect ignorance is quiet, perfect knowledge is quiet; not so the transition from the former to the latter.

A laugh, to be joyous, must flow from a joyous heart, for without kindness, there can be no true joy.