I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.

The spirit of the poet craves spectators... even if only buffaloes.

Whatever harm the evil may do, the harm done by the good is the most harmful harm.

Those that achieve anything that looks beyond the vision and thinking of their peers provoke jealousy and hatred disguised as the ordinary.

The best weapon against an enemy is another enemy.

A little poison now and then: that makes for pleasant dreams. And a lot of poison at the end, for a pleasant death.

A heart full of courage and cheerfulness needs a little danger from time to time, or the world gets unbearable.