A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.

Many a one cannot loosen his own fetters, but is nevertheless his friend's emancipator.

I have been casting shadows all my life without caring about how deeply they stain my soul.

Not joy is the mother of dissipation, but joylessness.

I climb upon the highest mountains, laughing at all tragedies - whether real or imaginary.

We set no special value on the possession of a virtue until we percieve that it is entirely lacking in our adversary.

Truth as Circe. - Error has transformed animals into men; is truth perhaps capable of changing man back into an animal?