A thought must tell at once, or not at all.
Those who speak ill of the spiritual life, although they come and go by day, are like the smith's bellows: they take breath but are not alive.
Horus non numero nisi serenas (I count only the sunny hours).
Liberty is the only true riches: of all the rest we are at once the masters and the slaves.
...greatness sympathises with greatness, and littleness shrinks into itself.
Love at first sight is only realizing an imagination that has always haunted us; or meeting with a face, a figure, or cast of expression in perfection that we have seen and admired in a less degree or in less favorable circumstances a hundred times before.