Imagination is the queen of truth, and possibility is one of the regions of truth. She is positively akin to infinity.

...and the lamp having at last resigned itself to death. There was nothing now but firelight in the room, And every time a flame uttered a gasp for breath It flushed her amber skin with the blood of its bloom.

Where one should see only what is beautiful, our public looks only for what is true.

We all have the republican spirit in our veins, like syphilis in our bones. We are democratized and venerealized.

Nations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves.

The habit of doing one's duty drives away fear.

It's the devil who pulls the strings that make us dance