I see that time divided is never long, and that regularity abridges all things.

Labor is the law of happiness.

No great thought, no great object, satisfies the mind at first view, nor at the last.

A woman . . . always feels herself complimented by love, though it may be from a man incapable of winning her heart, or perhaps even her esteem.

Genius can never despise labour.

Genius is clairvoyant.

Genius is always more suggestive than expressive.

Only those who love with the heart can animate the love of others.