The Holy Roman Empire is neither Holy, nor Roman, nor an Empire.
The abuse of grace is affectation, as the abuse of the sublime is absurdity; all perfection is nearly a fault.
Tears are the silent language of grief.
Everyone places his good where he can and has as much of it as he can, in his own way.
There is an astonishing imagination, even in the science of mathematics. ... We repeat, there was far more imagination in the head of Archimedes than in that of Homer.
The more often a stupidity is repeated, the more it gets the appearance of wisdom.