Poets and heroes are of the same race, the latter do what the former conceive.

Love is the enchanted dawn of every heart.

If God is thy father, human beings are thy brothers and sisters.

Poetry is the morning dream of great minds.

Yet, in these autumn days when Nature expires, Here, in these veiled scenes, I find more attractions; It is a friend's sad goodbye; it is the last smile From lips that death is going to close forever!

The photographer will never replace the painter; one is a man, the other a machine. Let us compare them no longer. (1848)

It is in the habits of lawyers that every accusation appears insufficient if they do not exaggerate it even to calumny; it is thus that justice itself loses its sanctity and its respect amongst men.