Revolutions are not made with rosewater.

Youth, with swift feet, walks onward in the way; the land of joy lies all before his eyes.

There is no society, however free and democratic, where wealth will not create an aristocracy.

The Italians have voices like peacocks - German gives me a cold in the head - and Russian is nothing but sneezing

All doubt is cowardice - all trust is brave.

Genius in the poet, like the nomad of Arabia, ever a wanderer, still ever makes a home where the well or the palm-tree invites it to pitch the tent. Perpetually passing out of himself and his own positive circumstantial condition of being into other hearts and into other conditions, the poet obtains his knowledge of human life by transporting his own life into the lives of others.

There is in the heart of woman such a deep well of love that no age can freeze it.