Nature is a temple, where the living Columns sometimes breathe confusing speech; Man walks within these groves of symbols, each Of which regards him as a kindred thing.

Forest, I fear you! In my ruined heart your roaring wakens the same agony as in cathedrals when the organ moans and from the depths I hear that I am damned.

He who looks through an open window sees fewer things than he who looks through a closed window.

Where ever I am not is the place where I am myself.

Within the bottle's depths, the wine's soul sang one night. Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue.

Nearly all our originality comes from the stamp that time impresses upon our sensibility.

I have more memories than if I were a thousand years old.