Though I have no productive worth, I have a certain value as an indestructible quantity.
How fatally the entire want of humor cripples the mind.
Who would ever give up the reality of dreams for relative knowledge?
What one reads, or rather all that comes to us, is surely only of interest and value in proportion as we find ourselves therein, -- form given to what was vague, what slumbered stirred to life.
Truly nothing is to be expected except for the unexpected.
The success or failure of a life, as far as posterity goes, seems to lie in the more or less luck of seizing the right moment of escape