I love the pride whose measure is its own eminence and not the insignificance of someone else.

How great seems human progress when we consider where it began, and how insignificant, when we contemplate the goals for which itstrives.

The plot! The plot! What kind of plot could a poet possibly provide that is not surpassed by the thinking, feeling reader? Form alone is divine.

Love wants to be confirmed with concrete symbols, but recklessness loves instability.

The courts used to be, fair and square, the avengers of secular crimes; but nowadays they demand respect even for the criminal.

I look around me and nowhere do I see a stamp of disapproval with which nature marked a woman's candid brow.

Distinctly different as a child, as an adolescent, in his prime and in his old age, man considers himself as one, not because he acts, but because he knows.