He who is resolute conquers grief.
The sickness of the heart is most easily got rid of by complaining and soothing confidence.
The public wishes itself to be managed like a woman; one must say nothing to it except what it likes to hear.
Nobody, they say, is a hero to his valet. Of course; for a man must be a hero to understand a hero. The valet, I dare say, has great respect for some person of his own stamp.
Humor is one of the elements of genius – admirable as an adjunct; but as soon as it becomes dominant, only a surrogate for genius.
Ill-humor is nothing more than an inward feeling of our own want of merit, a dissatisfaction with ourselves which is always united with an envy that foolish vanity excites.
What reason would grope for in vain, spontaneous impulse ofttimes achieves at a stroke, with light and pleasureful guidance.
Thou art in the end what thou art. Put on wigs with millions of curls, set thy foot upon ell-high rocks. Thou abidest ever – what thou art.
I have observed that as long as one lives and bestirs himself, he can always find food and raiment, though it may not be of the choicest description.
The march of intellect, which licks all the world into shape, has even reached the devil.
Lamps make oil-spots and candles need snuffing; it is only the light of heaven that shines pure and leaves no stain.
Make the most of time, it flies away so fast; yet method will teach you to win time.
Unlimited activity, of whatever kind, must end in bankruptcy.
There is a politeness of the heart; this is closely allied to love.
The world sees only the reflection of merit; therefore when you come to know a really great man intimately, you may as often find him above as below his reputation.
When you praise someone you call yourself his equal.
The theater has often been at variance with the pulpit; they ought not to quarrel. How much is it to be wished that in both the celebration of nature and of God were intrusted to none but men of noble minds.
I am very anxious to please the public, particularly as it lives and lets live.
Sound and sufficient reason falls, after all, to the share of but few men, and those few men exert their influence in silence.
Religion is not in want of art; it rests on its own majesty.