It is delightful to kiss the eyelashes of the beloved--is it not? But never so delightful as when fresh tears are on them.

Was genius ever ungrateful? Mere talents are dry leaves, tossed up and down by gusts of passion, and scattered and swept away; but, Genius lies on the bosom of Memory, and Gratitude at her feet.

No good writer was ever long neglected; no great man overlooked by men equally great. Impatience is a proof of inferior strength, and a destroyer of what little there may be.

Experience is our only teacher both in war and peace.

What is reading but silent conversation?

Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to Heaven.

There is nothing on earth divine except humanity.