Doing nothing is happiness for children and misery for old men.

Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and bright sunshine.

What makes night within us may leave stars.

Wisdom and eloquence are not always united.

There are fathers who do not love their children; there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandson.

Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble; in a statue the marble must be like flesh.

Progress is not accomplished in one stage.