That I could clamber to the frozen moon. And draw the ladder after me.
Our first ideas of life are generally taken from fiction rather than fact.
Genius is an intellect that has become unfaithful to its destiny.
A man can do what he wants, but not want what he wants.
Every human perfection is allied to a defect into which it threatens to pass, but it is also true that every defect is allied to a perfection.
The two enemies of human happiness are pain and boredom.