By undue profundity we perplex and enfeeble thought; and it is possible to make even Venus herself vanish from the firmament by a scrutiny too sustained, too concentrated, or too direct.

Invisible things are the only realities.

Blood was its Avatar and its seal.

In the marginalia ... we talk only to ourselves; we therefore talk freshly - boldly - originally - with abandonment - without conceit.

You call it hope-that fire of fire! It is but agony of desire.

That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.

And all I loved, I loved alone.