The Renaissance of the fifteenth century was, in many things, great rather by what it designed then by what it achieved.

All art constantly aspires towards the condition of music.

Books are a refuge, a sort of cloistral refuge, from the vulgarities of the actual world.

To burn always with this hard, gem-like flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life.

Art comes to you proposing frankly to give nothing but the highest quality to your moments as they pass.

Not the fruit of experience, but experience itself, is the end.

At first sight experience seems to bury us under a flood of external objects, pressing upon us with a sharp and importunate reality, calling us out of ourselves in a thousand forms of action.

Philosophical theories or ideas, as points of view, instruments of criticism, may help us to gather up what might otherwise pass unregarded by us.

Great passions may give us a quickened sense of life, ecstasy and sorrow of love, the various forms of enthusiastic activity, disinterested or otherwise, which comes naturally to many of us.

The way to perfection is through a series of disgusts

To know when one's self is interested, is the first condition of interesting other people.

Sorrow's children were raised on books.

We must serve the Lord, our God with all our heart, with all our soul and in everything be devoted to Him

Nothing can calm our souls more or better prepare us for life’s challenges than time spent alone with God.

The morals of societies are defined by how they treat a strange woman.

The wisest and best are repulsive, if they are characterized by repulsive manners. Politeness is an easy virtue, costs little, and has great purchasing power.

The cooperative, creative, and flexible parts of your children reside in the joyful part of their brain.

Labor is life! 'Tis the still water faileth; Idleness ever despaireth, bewaileth; Keep the watch wound, for the dark rust assaileth.

But they who are unconcerned about the consequences of their actions are not therefore unconcerned about their actions.

Death comes to us, under many conditions, with all the welcome serenity of sleep.

Oh, I offended you with my opinion? You should hear the the ones I keep to myself.