We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier.

Even the weakest disputant is made so conceited by what he calls religion, as to think himself wiser than the wisest who think differently from him.

The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.

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

Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.

In argument, truth always prevails finally; in politics, falsehood always.

Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose their direction and begin to bend.