There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.
Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad.
How frightened hypocrisy hastens to defend itself.
Every body drags its shadow, and every mind its doubt.
Strong and bitter words indicate a weak cause.
Genuflection before the idol or the dollar destroys the muscles which walk and the will that moves.