Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.

Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart - one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a silly action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not? Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgment, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such?

The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.

The idea of God, infinity, or spirit stands for the possible attempt at an impossible conception.

The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of Artist

I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.

Leave my loneliness unbroken