All which is beautiful and noble is the result of reason and calculation.
To shun one’s cross is to make it heavier.
The only substance properly so called is the soul.
The fire which enlightens is the same fire which consumes.
Our duty is to be useful, not according to our desires but according to our powers.
Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.
Beauty is the sole ambition, the exclusive goal of Taste.
Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
Tears are the symbol of the inability of the soul to restrain its emotion and retain its self command.
The dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music, and it has the additional merit of being human and palpable. Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.