Short as life is, we make it still shorter by the careless waste of time.
Nature, like a kind and smiling mother, lends herself to our dreams and cherishes our fancies.
Sublime upon sublime scarcely presents a contrast, and we need a little rest from everything, even the beautiful.
Enthusiasm is the fever of reason.
Youth is the future smiling at a stranger, which is itself.
Jesus wept; Voltaire smiled. From that divine tear and from that human smile is derived the grace of present civilization.