Art moves. Hence its civilizing power.

Love is like a tree: it grows by itself, roots itself deeply in our being and continues to flourish over a heart in ruin. The inexplicable fact is that the blinder it is, the more tenacious it is. It is never stronger than when it is completely unreasonable.

The jostling of young minds against each other has this wonderful attribute, that one can never foresee the spark, nor predict the flash. What will spring up in a moment? Nobody knows.

When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age.

He who is not capable of enduring poverty is not capable of being free.

He loved books; books are cold but safe friends.

[T]he small is great, the great is small; all is in equilibrium in necessity.