Poetry is the morning dream of great minds.

Philosophy is the rational expression of genius.

Love is the enchanted dawn of every heart.

It is admirable to die the victim of one's faith; it is sad to die the dupe of one's ambition.

Time is a great ocean which, like the other ocean, overflows with our remains.

To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.

Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends.