The greatness of an artist or a writer does not depend on what he has in common with other artists and writers, but on what he has peculiar to himself.

If you wish to make a man look noble, your best course is to kill him. What superiority he may have inherited from his race, what superiority nature may have personally gifted him with, comes out in death.

Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.

Eternity doth wear upon her face the veil of time. They only see the veil, and thus they know not what they stand so near!

My garden, with its silence and pulses of fragrance that come and go on the airy undulations, affects me like sweet music. Care stops at the gates, and gazes at me wistfully through the bars.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

The saddest thing that befalls a soul is when it loses faith in god and woman.