Kindness in ourselves is the honey that blunts the sting of unkindness in another.
Ambition is but avarice on stilts and masked.
Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to Heaven.
_Gebir,_ Bk. ii.
That wondrous soul Charoba once possest, Capacious, then, as earth or heaven could hold, Soul discontented with capacity, Is gone (I fear) forever.
We talk on principle, but we act on interest.
We must not indulge in unfavorable views of mankind, since by doing it we make bad men believe they are no worse than others, and we teach the good that they are good in vain.
We are no longer happy as soon as we wish to be happier.
Study is the bane of childhood, the oil of youth, the indulgence of adulthood, and a restorative in old age
Ambition has but one reward for all: A little power, a little transient fame; A grave to rest in, and a fading name!
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart
My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them.
Of all failures, to fail in a witticism is the worst, and the mishap is the more calamitous in a drawn-out and detailed one
The habitude of pleasing by flattery makes a language soft; the fear of offending by truth makes it circuitous and conventional
Goodness does not more certainly make men happy than happiness makes them good
Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose direction and begin to bend.