If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.
Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
How evil life must be if it were indeed necessary that such imploring cries, such cries of physical and moral wretchedness, should ever and ever ascend to heaven!
If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
When sometimes, behind his back, they called him a tyrant, he merely smiled and uttered this profound observation: If some day I turn liberal, they will say I have let them down.