To Be Capable Of Respect Is Almost

I Do Not Call Reason That Brutal Reason Which Crushes With Its Weight What Is Holy And Sacred, That Malignant Reason Which Delights In The Errors It Succeeds In Discovering, That Unfeeling And Scornful Reason Which Insults Credulity.

Taste Has Never Been Corrupted By Simplicity.

Taste Is The Literary Conscience Of The Soul.

Antiquity! I Like Its Ruins Better Than Its Reconstructions.

A Part Of Kindness Consists In Loving People More Than They Deserve.