Poetry is the morning dream of great minds.
Philosophy is the rational expression of genius.
Joy is a flame which association alone can keep alive, and which goes out unless communicated.
Treason, which begins by being cautious, ends by betraying itself.
It is because of the servility of photography that I am fundamentally contemptuous of this chance invention which will never be an art but which plagiarizes nature by means of optics. (1848)
Man, man, is thy brother, and thy father is God.