Eternity is so certain and so terrible that a thousand lives would not suffice to prepare for it.

After his blood, that which a man can next give out of himself is a tear.

Poetry is the morning dream of great minds.

Mystery hovers over all things here below.

Joy is a flame which association alone can keep alive, and which goes out unless communicated.

There is a woman at the begining of all great things.

Experience is the only prophecy of wise men.