Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same.
The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough.
Crime and punishment grow out of one stem. Punishment is a fruit that, unsuspected, ripens with the flower of the pleasure that concealed it.
The eloquent man is he who is no beautiful speaker, but who is inwardly and desperately drunk with a certain belief.